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The chapter of the saga, fast narration, causin' Track elevation horror slash meditation noggin The martyr danced on, the father lost the ransom For his mom and handsome son, shot a random thug Slugs in the Kevlar, gun fun Settle on the fund from the lust, trust shunned, slums bare arms The poorest village mourn the form of its children The norm was timid, scornin' orange trimmings for a livin' Don't underestimate the child with revenge In his eyes, he repents on the lives that he sends To the sky, in defense, he relies in the lens Tried twice by the feds, shied right from the pen Nine times he extends lines, writing with a pencil Mental reading, leaving heathens bleeding like a menstrual Even Stevens, grew up in evening gutter sewers Nothin' newer, somethin' functioned crueler, eating guts and stomach ulcers All he needed was to look up to someone older A role model, cold, hollow, non-sensical Cold followed, slo-mo goblin showin' off To Shaolin showmen, silence, throw 'em in a bottle Poem-wrote boss The final battle lured the ripped child and his daddy Blind samurai, sword lie straight gripped in his hands, see Shot hollows at his feet, and yelled, "dance" Failed as a male dad, pale, stale, jail, well-advanced He consents all the pain in the village 'Til the strangest scent of anger swayed, tempting the children To gather all weapons, fathom all sections On camera, caught pictures of the family, all massacred