Tony Montana by Night the Author

The corner is cold
But its my home for now.
Pyrex vision for dead presidents
Tradin dollars for poison..
To serve my people.

Tony Montana must be the
Dream. Living the life with
Cream..twenty bitches in a
Cream rolls..pretty toes..
All dime pieces.

On these streets my time clock
Is always punched. Fiends show up for lunchtime.
My time is precious...
I might die tomorrow.

I could be Tony Montana..
I could be..but its more
Its more to this corner
My heart's just not in it.

Keep the cell on call
Hit me when its time.
Tony Montana can
keep the world
I'm good with this corner
Down the block.
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