I take strides with pride
Cuz that's how lions walk
You just stay and graze
Prey in a flighless flock
Feeding off the bull shit,
well, Its time to stop
The famous are brainless
the Public's minds are lost
You rage, grip the stainless
That line's been crossed
Strapped around your waist is
Your nine, and glock
Don't matter what your name is
Your life's been stopped
Its a pity, every city's
Outlined in chalk


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