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A lush soundtrack of funk flows
In waves over cracked cement.
Cars gleam with chrome wheels
Sending sparks to the sky.
Riding that bass,
High.
With windows down
Hats slanted
They talk out the side of their mouths.
Plastic words slipping over gold
Lies flowing on exhaled smoke.
