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"Then why do you let it into your lives?"
"It leaks in, MrLevov," Bill Orcutt said to him pleasantly, "whether we like it or notWhatever is out there leaks inIt's not the same out there anymore, in case you haven't heardI come from the late city of NewarkI heard more than I want to hearLook, the Irish ran the city, the Italians ran the city, now let the colored run the cityI got nothing against thatIt's the colored people's turn to reach into the till? I wasn't born vintage rolex watch yesterdayIn Newark corruption is the name of the gameWhat is new, number one, is race; number two, taxesAdd that to the corruption, there's your problemSeven dollars and seventy-six centsThat is the tax rate in the city of NewarkI don't care how big you are or how small you are, I'm here to tell you that you cannot run a business with those kind of taxesGeneral Electric already moved out in 1953GE, Westinghouse, Breyer's down on Raymond Boulevard, Celluloid, all left the cityEveryone hermes vintage of them big employers, and before the riots, before the racial hatred, they got outRace is just the icing on the cakeStreets aren't cleanedBurned-out cars nobody takes awayPeople in abandoned buildingsFires in abandoned buildingsSchooling nonexistentOn every street corner dropoutsDropouts doing nothingDrop-outs dealing drugsDropouts looking for troubleThe projects--don't get me started on the projectsEvery kind of disease known to manAs far back as the summer of '64 I told my le dix balenciaga son, 'Seymour, get out'
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