Becoming bored of life, Hearing about guns and knifes
 Have people forgotten the one commandment, which is to be nice
 You got lives in strife, shouts and fights
 Playing games with the devil when you choose to throw that dice
 Life is dark, but it can be pretty
 Mental health rising leaving people, feeling shitty
 War on the streets, no police on the beat
 Crime in fluctuating because people cant afford to eat
 Is this what we mean by first world issues?
 Crying in bed with a box of tissues
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	Angrypoet (
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