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Fred
I knew a man named Fred,
he had no friends, so smoked
instead...He didn't care,
his life wasn't fair...
He'll fry his head, snort crank
and drank. He'll shoot-up to
stay up...Fred had no game,
but wasn't ashamed...
He had so many neighbors,
he slept on concrete floors...
There was no privacy, to
Fred it didn't matter...
Nobody knew him,
everybody seen him...
He'll borrow money, and
never had any...He had no
job, so stole instead...
Food was abundant in a
rotten way...Fred moved
constantly and was always
forced to move...
He didn't pay rent, he had so
many debts. I felt sorry for Fred
but now he is dead...
Fred was a bum, he slept in
the slums...but nobody cared,
his life wasn't fair...
