grew up on the streets,(fought rats for food)
after fighting them,(we killed and ate them)
The gangs I mean,(of the rats we ate)
I always got bruised,(they put up a fight)
my mom southed the pain,(Then the ambush at the house)
I will beat them someday,(traps in the house would help)
for now I'll use my head,(that should kill them)
my keen will should have got them,(some where too smart for that)
sometimes they really get me,(them little brains are smart)
better luck another day,(I have to beat them)
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