I've lived in poverty and I've worked in hell, and all thats left of myself is this thin little shell. Though I've never been as bad off as others may be, this ain't my idea of life, No- this ain't for me! I can't stand to be locked up, I know that I have to run free. To be constantly put down, yelled at and cussed, one shouldn't treat peole this way, in udder disgust. They are societies rejects, but now with a badge and a gun, it is from these people that I will continue to run. Back in their highschools they were the geeks and the nerds, now they are educated and trained with their books and big words. They run the streets or at least we let them think, but they better wathc out and not even blink. They show their power then demand our respect, but from me, not even one little ounce will they get.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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