So many things these eyes have seen,
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People I've met and places I've been,
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Inconceivable how one maintains,
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In the game with the pain and the strain on the brain,
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How reality's plane can wear you down,
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And make you an insane man who only frowns,
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City hardened and cold just like me,
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Anger has numbed my eyes from all they see.
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Like a workingman's skin as it turns to leather,
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The mind of the youth is forced to weather,
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An assault on his senses by his parents and peers,
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That preys on innocence, weakness and fears,
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Manifestation of rage runs deep,
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Over the edge of sanity, thoughts creep,
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Violent reaction, bitter and mean,
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A product of what these eyes have seen.
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These eyes have seen inhuman sights,
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I hold my breath with all my might,
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Like anyone else in our own hells,
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It seems obscene the things I've seen.
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Lost count of how many wakes were attended,
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Mind and body never quite mended,
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Do you think this is what life intended?
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At fourteen your life has ended,
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Maybe your spirit is battered and broken,
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From shit you've seen and words that were spoken,
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Death, violence, drugs all around,
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These eyes have seen some shit go down.
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These Eyes (Have Seen)
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Biohazard |