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These Streets

These streets are where the devil lives Where temptation and things from your nightmares exist. No time for doubts or pessimists To survive you need the heart of a man ready to conquer Everest Behind the bright lights, hectic city nights lurks a sinister side one that can be seen through a blind man’s eyes. So stick to walking a straight path if not it’s going to get dark, because that knife cuts deep it leaves more then a mark, to many mothers and family’s getting ripped apart. These streets will steal your style and charisma, roll them up with tobacco and ignite them in a rizla, all for what ?, for your name to be forgotten and your presence not missed, just to end up another statistic on a ever growing list. So Stop and think, before your life becomes part of the payment, you don’t want to be fifteen years old dying alone on the pavement.

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