We played against each other like puppets, swearing you got pull. When the only pull you got is the wool over your eyes. Getting knowledge in jail like a blessing in disguise. Look in the skies for God, what you see besides the smog. Is broken dreams flying away on the wings of the obscene. Thoughts that people put in the air. Places where you could get murdered over a glare, but everything is fair. It's a paradox we call reality. So keeping it real will make you a casualty of abnormal normality. Killers Born Naturally like, Micky and Mallory.
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