only in life would
people try to stop me
theres a man in a blue suit
whos always tryin to lock me
when i see blue lights
i always panic
even in false alarms
it will still do damage
i run and run
through a path of no where
cause i know once i am caught
no one will care
just another lost soul
off of the streets
one less black guy
and a mouth to eat
kills to hide
but never to run
i am a man in side
but a boy for fun
still hurts
inside my head
chest has caved in
from the blue bullett
IM DEAD
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