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Street Vendor

Kashmere Hakim
Language: English



I'm yelling yelling vegetables for sale
With a deepest voice of a true male
I’m not ashamed for what I sell
Gotta make a living too
Hopefully a stage of life
I have to work through

Man, I’ve studied, will study my entire life
Whit dreams of a good job, a house
And a carrying wife
Stood behind my cart I looked around
It felt so empty, so cold, with a naked sound
When dictatory is the talk of a town
Democracy will never be around

I’m pushing push dragging myself
Over that state of mind to reach my shelf
Grabbed for a book that I’ve studied
When graduated
It said democracy’s ready
When votes are weighted

Now I’m rollin’ rolling my vendor cart
Again from that cracky old end back to the start
Man, I was raised in this town
Proud of my streets around
So in the name of your future
I’ve burned myself down

I’ve burned myself down
I’ve burned myself down

When dictatory is the talk of a town
Democracy will never be around
So I’ve burned myself down
I’ve burned myself down
When dictatory is the talk of a town
Democracy will never be around
Will never be around
Will never be around…


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