Look in my eyes, see what I see
Do what I do, be what I be
Walk in my shoes, hurt your feet
Then know why I do dirt in the street

[. From silence behind the masculine runs a large, warm-blooded mongruel. Black pitbull halts behind the other, merely as an agressor toward all living. Opposed to the thought of life. Wanting to kill all movement, for movement was life. Dark brown eyes of canine fixate upon the femme. DMX turns at familiar growl of black coated beast. Cold endless gaze settles upon other. Too many of her kind, so called punkers, who rebelled. Yet what did it end with? Crappy beats, optimistic lyrics. He wanted none of it.To many people seen dead because of white punkers. Claiming how they were oppressed, depressed, unfit for society. Never had they gone to shoot for friend's death. Never expereinced pain of abuse. For moment thoughts flicker of allowing the canine to attack, yet vixen did nothing toward him. Whistles to black beast whose fangs were unsheathed, preparing to kill. Black mutt settles, turning toward DMX, merely trotting toward the other, seemingly forgot earlier plans. .]

Judge not and shall be judged first
Die nigga, die nigga




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