Gloomy, dark, and full of death
Homes abandoned right to left
Pimps and drug dealers wear the crown
Hoes and crackheads all bow down
It's no lie Garys' where I'm from
May be the first stop when the wrath does come
When I visit I'm counting the days
It doesn't take long to get wrapped in the haze
How can some have no remorse
The killers of Gary will show you of course
Trash and dead bodies litter the ground
Many people missing and will not be found
Druggies and drunks walk the street
You'll know when you see em, they walk to a beat
Gary is run down there is nothing to do
I don't suggest you visit or even pass through
Here is a warning, don't look in their eyes
If you do that is your demise
There is a time when it's beautiful in Gary
That's when the snow covers all and it don't seem so scary
I hate to bash my own home town
Either build it up or tear it down!
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