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Indulge me in a tale…
Entitled, urban creed
Where children starve
While predators feed.
Where tormented souls
Are kept just within reach,
Where a crude form of justice,
Is the unspoken code of the streets.
Late night sirens wail…
As local winos cringe
In some dark alley,
After all night binge
Player’s take to the streets
Adorned I’m colorful disguise
Bringing yet another tear,
To a tired mothers eye
Past the unseen darkness,
Where even how’s dare not stray,
Children forced sell their poison
To anyone who is willing to pay
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