| So many things these eyes have seen,
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| People Ive met and places Ive been,
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| Inconceivable how one maintains,
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| In the game with the pain and the strain on the brain,
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| How realitys plane can wear you down,
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| And make you an insane man who only frowns,
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| City hardened and cold just like me,
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| Anger has numbed my eyes from all they see.
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| Like a workingmans skin as it turns to leather,
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| The mind of the youth is forced to weather,
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| An assault on his senses by his parents and peers,
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| That preys on innocence, weakness and fears,
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| Manifestation of rage runs deep,
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| Over the edge of sanity, thoughts creep,
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| Violent reaction, bitter and mean,
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| A product of what these eyes have seen.
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| These eyes have seen inhuman sights,
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| I hold my breath with all my might,
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| Like anyone else in our own hells,
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| It seems obscene the things Ive seen.
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| Lost count of how many wakes were attended,
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| Mind and body never quite mended,
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| Do you think this is what life intended?
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| At fourteen your life has ended,
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| Maybe your spirit is battered and broken,
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| From shit youve seen and words that were spoken,
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| Death, violence, drugs all around,
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| These eyes have seen some shit go down. |