Always the Same Complaint

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Always the Same Complaint 

I’ve been up in the nest, 
watching the city cry.
It a sad mother-f,
living the big lie.

In the city of lost angels,
There ain’t no patron saint.
In the city of the devil’s deal,
it’s always the same complaint.

I causing Figueroa Street, 
where the loveless seek a fix.
I have a steady there
when she’s not doing tricks.

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