So young and innocent
Brains like crescents
Only thinking of the present
Unknowingly they will resent
Walking on the streets
Where they act skits
Throwing people in pits
To other causing fits
Armed to the fist
In case you resist
Their wrath you can’t desist
You have to eat their feast
The neighborhood knows
And no one scolds
Deep within the folds
The boys are like toads
Jumping and hitting
Mugging and strangling
Squeezing and frisking
Pissing and dissing
They forget the fate
And the way they will waste
Their sins are like paste
Forever at their waist
Their day is coming
When justice won’t be soothing
And the payment will be sizzling
But to the victims smoothing
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