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They're keeping open Hole in the Wall
After a million dollars came in from the city
Every other year they're dodging a closure
But what would you be without your greeting committee
I almost asked you what you would think
If something better would be on the end of that money
You'd answer from an uppity bar
And spit on the concrete from your Bushwick balcony
A cheap shot, a hat trick
The kid no one wants to play with
Some move in silence like I did
Some never find it
Profound satisfaction
Even mundane sense of purpose
Or a worthwhile distraction
Some never really want it
Some would scale the ranks and
Play a false prophet to feel cool
Some are just like you
I follow down your dark muddy path
That you take to get back after lying to your parents
Indebted but you won't reveal why
Because your rent is too high and you'd miss your terrace
Earn my rightful place, you'll creep to conclusions
That I'm just a nuisance 'til you're late to take notice
Next time you ask me, "how did you do it"
Like you've got something proven, kept the window from closing
A cutout, a favor
The kid no one wants to play with
Some move in silence like I did
Some never find it
Profound satisfaction
Even mundane sense of purpose
Or a worthwhile distraction
Some never really want it
Some string along and
Get off on it to feel cool
Some are just like you
Paint on a schtick you caught on your phone screen
Gun on the table, talk American honor
We'd bond by barely making our rent checks
You always forget to mention funded by father
Spend hours talking down 'bout the "rednecks"
Then go and buy camo from the curated vintage
Find out what makes you cool in the city
It's all a gimmick, don't turn 'round and tell me
Written by: Grace Pearson-Thompson
