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• Artiste: Apostle Of Hustle
• Titre: Justine Beckoning
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Down in a southern town A devil took both my eyes She buried them in the sand She wanted me to hold her hand "Is it coke or would you like a beer?" "No, I want what burns and is clear When it's clear and it burns to the taste It puts beauty back in its place." The first of this devil was worse It spoke through my fingers in verse: "Let the children feast on the street They don't care what they eat/ Let the horses all starve in a ditch Let the architects sit and get rich Let the christians call down from above Let them starve for wanting of love and If he exists he's out of sight or under cheap fluorescent light." Justine! Take off that disguise In the sunlight there's nothing you can hide Justine! The world is cruel, I know But escape is loneliness for sure Justine! What does all this mean? You got something I'm not supposed to see?