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Troubled Youngster
written by WildCatHD05:34 AM 12/12/04A troubled youngster
Growing up resembling a hustler
Take a step back
People dying every single day
The greatest weapons, are those that kill the best my friend
People say
That you shouldn’t commit suicide
Well this is a war
So you should commit a do or die
A black heart; dark soul, fade into the pain
They say you crazy, having arguments with man in mirror man
But on the outside you normal, you ain’t what you appear to be
Looked deep in yo eyes
When they asked what do I think of thee
Grab yo knife, A-K, and a hand pistol
I see a boy in a war zone that prays for help
Pull the trigger it’s like calling the Grim Reaper
You got that life in yo hands, think if they should keep it
Do you see what I see
A troubled youngster
Growing up resembling a hustler |
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