He don't never want to settle down,
he just want to walk around, he was
born to walk the street,
He's got marching street,
He's got marching street,
Every alley is a sleeping place, he can walk
a mile before you run a race-
He was born to walk the street,
he's got marching feet, he's got marching
feet,
He don't need much money to survive,
hustling is what
keeps him alive-
He was born to walk the street,
He's got marching feet, he's got
Marching feet.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 07/17/2011.
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