My space Moping in a corner Waiting till it's over Knocking not using the doorbell Must be the coroner You entered the wrong corner I am not a widower Just pretending to be a hustler Beaming in pride and anger So dont pick me up With my feet straight up I'd rather stay on my corner Than to party and have chicken dinner.
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