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I’m on the 4th floor Over looking The city down

Concrete, brick, windows There’s AC’s in just about Every one

Trees kept inside Small spaces Like cats That all the tenants hide

I'm smellin’ the aching of tired and unkind

I'm tellin its Saturday and their waiting for their ship to come in

Buyin’ lottery tickets When they step outside

To buy a dream or two Like you and me Wish we’d do

I’m on the 4th floor Over looking the city down

In my tiny space 120 square feet or so To save as much As one can

Concrete, brick, windows Theres AC’s in just about Every one

Trees kept inside Small spaces Like the cats That the tenants hide

I'm smellin’ Time tick by I’m tellin You a trick or two A lie A winded sigh

It’s Saturday And I’m waiting For my ship to come in