a second chance
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Everybody runs when they see my black charcoal coat of fur.
Everybody runs as they see me stalking the streets late at night.
When everyone should be asleep.
When everybody should be,
Hidden.
Safe from me.
while staggering through the streets of spanish harlem
i found myself feeling empower
being around dudes that were visionaries
to become self-destructive mercenaries
everyone around us were our adversaries
