Messed up kids (letra)

Messed up kids (letra)

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Johnny deals a bit of blow on the side Thinks that he's invencible, hates a fight Jenny walks the streets alone, she was fine But she got kicked out of her home in hard times The messed up kids are on the corner with no money They sell their time, they sell their drugs, they sell their body And everywhere I see a sea of empty pockets Beautiful girls with eyes so dark within their sockets So far away It's a washed out Saturday The sky all pastel shades Under breezeblock palisades Lights are out the streets are cold in the town Places no one really goes to hang around Gave up on us long ago with no hope All you hear's the cold wind blow and get stoned The messed up kids are on the corner with no money They sell their time, they sell their drugs, they sell their body And everywhere I see a sea of empty pockets Beautiful girls with eyes so dark within their sockets So far away It's a washed out Saturday The sky all pastel shades Under breezeblock palisades The messed up kids are on the corner with no money They sell their time, they sell their drugs, they sell their body And everywhere I see a sea of empty pockets Beautiful girls with eyes so dark within their sockets So far away It's a washed out Saturday The sky all pastel shades Under breezeblock palisades
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BEWARE, this is the very bad version I wrote when I was 15 years old but I did rewrite it now that I'm 20 and I promise that one makes much more sense! New version is called At All Costs you can find it on my profile! What I see in the mirror is nothing special. I see a girl with dark brown almost black hair, with brown eyes that have been dull for years. I sigh and raise my shirt so I can see the bruises from my opponent last night. If you haven't guessed yet I am a street fighter and a good one at that. I fight in a place called The Underground where my manager Smith sets up my fights. Although I'm only 5'3, I still only fight with men. For me that means more money that I win. Did I mention I am undefeated at The Underground? No, well I am and almost everyone places their bets on me. Or should I say placed because me and my family are moving across the country to New York which means I have to find a new place to fight and make money. That was really my only problem with moving because I don't have any friends here, it's not like people haven't tried I just don't like getting to close to people. Although my family still doesn't know about my street fighting, we still are very close after what happened with my father. They left but I know they will come back and finish what they started and that's why I started street fighting. I need to be able to protect me and my family when they do come back. I'm not letting my family get hurt this time.

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