Didn't take long to find this. Just for the record, the eatery didn't look ghetto at all. Unless you use the word ghetto as a compliment. I can never keep up with what passes for cool lingo these days.
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- Ibad
- These things that have comforted me, I drive away / This place that is my home I cannot stay / My only faith's in the broken bones and bruises I display
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