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from a young child they were groomed

a silver spoon they new not of

they were born in the gutter

there mother was a whore

selling her junk from a trunk in back of the liquor store

many moons ago let the truth be told

the child grew up wild

got a taste of the streets

viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off side

would be a drifter in the grand scheme of things

blind from the notion of what is there destiny

a life of crime they knew all to well

now I got a good story to tell

in time they would shine through working dead end jobs to keep them alive

others were born of good stock but somehow they forgot the true meaning of the streets

let the blind lead the blind then soon they would fall into a ditch

the bastard child was full grown now

not looking back at the plough

serving sin, self & Satan

always drinking yet never thinking

were they would end up in the end

a need to pretend

searching for the latest trends in there stolen Benz

at this time making lots of friends

sad heart with tombstones for eyes

does this come at any big enough surprise

then they made it to the big time at last

life was going way to fast in which to grasp

the last great American bad ass

no one gets out on any free pass

money was no object while they were on top

one drop in the bucket & they call a cop

now it's cell block number twelve

feeling like a Keebler elf

suffering deep inside they want to run away & hide

until the day the preacher came inside

shared with them a lesson

now was the time to do some confessing & trusting

then the got born again & new that God had a plan

so much for the bad ass ways

getting caught up in a haze

they became a new creature ready for life's double feature.