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The Forgotten Ones
Forgotten somewhere in the midst of steel and concrete. Bound by shackles and chains even in our sleep. Living like wolves preying amongst lost sheep. Concrete tears and pains so mindfully deep. Forgotten by those on the outside. We cant even run no where, we cant even hide. No choice left but to sit and fight. In here only the strong minded survive. Truth be told in here what is wrong is right. All most os us got is wasted M&^*&F*^&&ng time. We sit back and work out and write heartfelt rhymes. Not to be a victim of prey we all trying. Many stories are told, songs are written of truth over lying. We are gone for the moment but not truly forgotten so the hurt we must not show it. We are to old while we young to be crying in front of full grown men for this is a time we must out grow it. There aint no way out this hell hole and we all know it. Feelings of hopelessness surrounds te heart to the point where we can no longer control it. In here there is only time no fun. Darkness fills night no light shone in here from the sun. Only by our own selves we may be out done. BECAUSE IN HERE IT FEELS LIKE WE ARE TRULY THE FORGOTTEN ONES....
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