robbery
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wake up one day take a look in the mirror
i have something to say my message must be clearer
i will not be a statistic so my think must stay logistic,
theres a lot of wrong in this cruel little world
Tell me, Muse, of the boy with the red backpack
Walking with a swagger in the diversity-filled Queens.
Tell me how the bus would take him through the noise
To his serene, tree-lined block just off Hillside Avenue,