boston just lost its best thing…
I was the king of Kenmore Square, yes I was.
I was a man outside in the streets, always had a buzz . . .
. . . I was the king of Kenmore Square, and that is the truth.
I was not a crazy man, definitely no goof . . .
. . . I was a strong person, I went out every day
I had jobs around the place, I went out every day . . .
. . . I wasn’t allowed in the Buckminster Hotel.
I got bothered by BU police like hell.
I got bothered by the BU police so many different times.
I been bothered by them, I could make up all types of rhymes.
I can also go fast and remember all the things that they did to me.
I would not lie to your reality . . .
. . . But now them days are done, and now I’m here,
with my sleeping bag in Allston.
RIP mr. butch…
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