I have laughed my way out
From their scourge
Gentle gangsters bade me to join
My hand had been made pure
I was once like you ugly ogres
Cheating and painting the streets
Seducing the infant mothers
Have scared children to brim of quench
Devil in black hurting hate
Tweet - danger roaming sort attires
There is a time for ending
No brotherly love in the hood
You only live by giving back what you don't owe
Beware when told to eat like a foreigner
Lying tongues survive friendliness
The betrayal behind bars
Was a sign of being reputable
Run watch never stop or look back
After you in no time the chase
Don't be sorry fugitive
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