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we can all be something bigger

I went to your schools I did my detention
But the walls were so gray I couldn’t pay attention
I heard your Gospel it moved me to tears
But I couldn’t find the hate and I couldn’t find the fear
I met your Savior I knelt at His feet,
And He took my ten bucks and He went down the street
I tried to believe all the things that you said,
But my friends that aren’t dying are already dead.

Raise a toast to St. Joe Strummer
I think he might’ve been our only decent teacher
Getting older makes it harder to remember
We are our only saviors
We’re gonna build something this summer

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About Justin Jacoby Smith

I’m Justin Jacoby Smith. Some people call me “hoosteen.” I live just outside Washington, DC. I like punk rock & country songs. I’m a data monkey. I Occupy DC, because a better world is possible. I’m a cohost & contributor for Voices of the 99%. I’ve served on the editorial board of the DC Mic Check. I briefly developed digital strategy for The Parley. I write poems. Sometimes I get published. Dig it.

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