“I, am a teenage angster…”
I, am a teenage angster
A frustrated mid-twenties gangster
Words for bullets – obviously
Expletive explosives
don’t f@ck with me
With wit as sharp as a knife
I’m in your face for a slice of life
Don’t want your fear you fool
Respective, defective
And cool in school
Now there’s faith hope and charity
I punched their lip ‘cos they sneered at me
They left, now my life’s a Hell hole
Humility, futility
I sold my soul
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