Ran out of every last story that I can think to tell 
And I'm scrapin for some dirty water at the bottom of my well 

Pick you up some flowers, on this curb I will wait and sit 
But I got holes in my umbrella, now I am soakin wet 

Poor me, poor boy
I don't mean to sound like that 
I got a liquor store across the street
They know me by my first name, Jack 

Well I can't see what's in front of me 
And I'm feelin good 
I know you won't take my hand
But I wish you would 

Then you pull me down from my high horse 



Poor Boy

Afar From

Our version of "Empire State of Mind" to celebrate the unborn child of our friends DJ and Brooklyn.

Empire State of Bronx

Can't be afraid of the boogie...the boogie's all we got

Afar From

4th St. Studios

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