Every moment a suffering,
and everyday disappointing;
society shattered us,
it choked us.
We landed in a ditch,
worst than a sink;
somehow getting food,
at least it's good.
Faced brutal rejections,
and dangerous evolutions;
Roll the dice,
who's name on slice.
Nights with bugs,
and bodies of rugs;
In a scum,
making the fulcrum.
We made our clan,
a lethal plan;
miserable lives,
and survival tactics.
We growed claws,
accepted our flaws;
We became brothers,
from different mothers.
Upto neck under debt,
I'm not done yet;
creating a show,
an unbreakable flow.
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