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All his life he heard lies
The truth others choose to hide
From a kid wise
With curiosity in his eyes
As he grew up he realized
One thing he hates is a soul disguised
Another is one afraid to try
So basically he hates I
Socially ill is this guy
Divided from society
He moves around silently
Thinks somebody watching him
Moving with caution
Quick to play dead like a possum
His memories they rob him
No father who taught him
In the streets he blossomed
The fast life caught him
Addicted to robbing
Screaming taking is his hobby
He runs the streets
Blinded by grief
Clutching his heat
A fearless beast
Blood thirsty gotta eat