In the huge crowd, bustled along,
People dancing, sound systems and chicken sales,
The music pounds, bones shake and we smile,
Cops stand on walls, as mollys sold below,
The huge expensive houses, have devalued to love.
Too much gum chewing, and skins on million pound stairs.
The parade is ignored as we dance in off limit streets,
Bass and drums, and a million moving feet.
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