The Raving (Verse 3)

And the smoke of marijuana filled the room of some kid’s mama
Chill me—spill my dollar beer I just bought at the store;
Some old man, his kid he’s beatin’ while curses he’s repeatin’,
“I’m slidin’ the new chain into the lock on my apartment door—
Got me a brand new chain for the lock on my apartment door;—
Got no money for nothin’ more.”

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