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   The streets they can create a substance
these gutter like reflections of a concrete culture
         wasting the wasted
the filth you lived and tasted
scratching for forgivness
screaming for greatness
we walk the cracks of their own fears we sleep in there paper bag like atmosphere's
:: gathering an exsitence :::we hunt for more resistance::
tamed like creatures :: creating life like measures::