He was born to the streets.
His power is made through his cheats.
He holds no fear for the elites.
Everyone fears him for his receipts.
They all take note of his defeats.
He is charming to whoever he meets.
The children love him for his treats.
The women love him under the sheets.
Men are quiet when he speaks.
Everyone calls him the prince of the streets.
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Author:
Destiny\'s Perspective (Pseudonym) (
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