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Black Cat
Blues
Black cat blues
Sees all
The fall from 41 bullets
And broomstick politics
Subway assassinations
And World Trades fading into the dust
The hustle of the homeless
No leftovers to scrounge over
Just trashcan bands
Singing those hill street blues again
And screams from inner city prisons
Domesticated has a new name
Can’t get loose if you’re abused
Black cat blues
Fears the same
Trash talking taxis and stoned delivery boys
Both not watching where there going
And another one bites the dust to dust
Ashes to ashes blown away
By the wind
Tunnels no where to hide
Rats are his size or bigger
Black cat blues
Go figure
Bad luck stereotype
Like black people
Walking at night
We pass on the same road
Cat eyes to black eyes
Dodging life and the hand that it deals
Sharing street meals
Trying to survive
Black cat blues
You look at me
I look at you
And we are the same
© Ivan Miller
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