I'd like to be elegant, I'd like to be sweet, but that's one feet I just cannot complete. I'm too busy to slow down, always found downtown, raising a ruckus- and gettin' calmed down. One day I know I'll be smitten down, my ways bring to God a worrisome frown, but fear not friends, because you see, that is my life, and this is me. Harsh words are the conduit to my creativity, such as it be, violence my medium while in the city. Mothers shriek and call me bad, fathers howl and call me mad, but the children look up to me even more than to their dad. It's a sad world we walk in, when parents don't care, they do not pay attention, they do not even dare. Afraid of what they might find in a child's mind, they opt to ruin a childhood instead of doing a deed of good. Indecline, our civilization, dropped to the ground under weight of information. We use it to make weapons and drugs, when we should be usin' it to make friends and hugs. There are few left now who hold true to the path, ritchousness is a long road, on which there is no bath, to clean the sins of old.
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