| Thirteen years old out on the street,
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| there was no choice, he had to eat.
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| Since he was lost and no one cared,
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| he turned to means he hadn’t dared.
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| It started with a little grass,
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| Then on to dealing rocks and grass.
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| It didn’t take long before
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| he saw that he was meant for more.
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| One Coup d’etat and he was there,
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| the kingpin life, a millionaire.
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| But one small slip and down he fell
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| into a sunless prison cell.
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| And while befriending thugs galore,
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| he got so rotten to the core,
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| that by the time that he was freed
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| he brought them all down to their knees,
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| And this is how the story goes.
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| He kept on down the path he chose,
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| as merciless and cunning as a cheetah.
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| And now he’s working for the FIFA. |