A criminal
A true criminal
You go through life
Unrecognized
Not punished
Not locked away in prison
Unlike myself - the victim
You turned me into a monster
Not guilty, yet locked inside
No more tears left to cry
Because of what you did to me
Power struggle And suburban hustle Scared to the core Of guns and all Remaining the same In this life insane Safes and gold But habits old ...
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