| Future barren, blinded vision.
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| Downhill struggle every day.
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| Masses flock, to every wealth.
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| Ignore society.
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| Alternative economy, that addiction feeds.
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| Inner cities hardest hit, multiplying breed.
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| Urban terror, growing, spreading.
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| Beckoning to all that hide.
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| Splitting factions fight for power.
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| Enemies divide.
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| I had no time for innocence, the streets soon took me in.
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| Age did not protect me from the hell I lived with.
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| There was no choice I had no time to walk my path alone.
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| Drafted to the ranks of crime, as my history has shown.
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| I see no future for myself, I dwell now day by day.
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| I live my life for the gangs, to die by their way.
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| Six fists fly at me, trail of blows begins.
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| Feel the cold encase my mind as pain sets in.
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| Ten minutes pass I barely stand my ground.
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| Entrance to the streets elite I now have found.
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| Averted eyes, to feel the rage.
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| Of those that we refuse to see.
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| Constant denial, cause the backlash.
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| That we know will see.
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| Reject the world as meant to be.
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| Rule within themselves.
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| Ever changing hierarchy.
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| Manifests itself. |