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Small Town Blues

Your circumstances won't change until you change your views

In daily situations you feel that you are always the one to lose

Not coping so now you're strung out on oxycodone, percocet and booze

Another small towner with the small town blues. Question is now,
whacha gonna do

You're moving in circles like a traveler with no map, mishap after mishap

No direction, not having a goal. Islam is the solution. Perhaps it's time to enter the fold

By
Habib Abu Lateef
©2022

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Small Town Blues