I wore the forest like a hoodie. My steps steady like they should be. As I hunt the wolves that raised me since I was a little baby. Threw down my shovel in a shallow bloody puddle. Whispered to God and I wasn't very sutble I said..
I felt my head spinnin'. When I tasted vengeance and I won't forget this. No. They'll be no forgiveness.
"Come forth more." Said a man with a crooked eye. I couldn't much tell, hell, never met the guy. Must'a been slick 'cuz he slid right by. Probably hopped a couple trains. Someone said he died.
We had our days when we weren't the best of friends. He wandered away when I lost my faith.
And no you can't get to know me 'cuz I ain't the kinda homie that needs more friends. I need more time before the end. I don't see my family, don't make my bed. I'll just work to the bone 'til I'm old 'til I'm dead.
Most of us will be okay, even though there are some shitty days.
Some you won't feel like workin' but open your eyes kid and see that you're worth it.
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