City streets, late spring,
Where smoke covers everything:
That's where we push our eyes,
In front of ourselves.

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For being [bad word]  for being hurt. 

City streets in late spring,
Where smoke covers everyone and everything.
Heavy winds won't bother us,
It won't break no trees, it won't break no bones.

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Heavy winds: it won't break no trees, it won't break no bones.