Oaklandia

the stones and smelly air are always in your eye

the bones there must be aware there is no place to lie

the homes and rotary phones know 911 by heart

you roam there all alone looking for a start

the bikes are gassy loud you race your face to hide

the dikes leak very well the carbon monoxide

old misters and young boys are born to pick a fight

mothers and sisters deploy to work the night

and in Oaklandia every day is war

and in Oaklandia everyone is poor

and in Oaklandia

and in Oaklandia

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