Bubblegum
Mugging bubblegum
Left step Right step into a bodega
Barely standing at four feet tall
Waiting for the old man to rush me
Hoping for him to give him something free
Old man glances at a new customer
Young blood's hands spring for a bubblegum pack
Then sneakily hands the old man a quarter for a piece of chocolate
Saving himself a whole dollar to store on his daddy's gun rack
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