I walk down the filthy streets of the Bronx.
They want my money and they want my soul.
I pull a tissue from my pocket to wipe the soot from my burning eyes,
and 8 red pills fall to the ground, They sparkle under the filthy neon haze
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Hilarious! You may want to fix the title, however. You have an extra letter in the second word (Liive) .