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A race through the streets running as they chase him he flees
They pop shots yelling stop drop get to ya knees
His vision is weak dark alleys twisted and bleak
Crack vials litter the streets with liquor debris
Empty syringes from binges other visitors needs
Just picture the theme it’s Hell here Lucifer’s dream
Its lucrative deeds that lead to the roots of the tree
That grew from the seeds corrupted from pollution in streams
The fruits that proceed are rotten to the core in a death grip
So even if they survive they born and they destined
To fall to the same r
...ough patch like the rest did
They innocence molested in sinister segments
At integral stages in pivotal places
Rearranging their fate oblivious to the changes
This is the daly bases the living arraignments
The way things been for ages and nothing is changing
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