You always plea for it.
You scream for it.
You never accept it,
Once it is handed to you.
If God made you,
Who made me?
You excel at living,
We only excel at failing.
We're not trying to
Form some kind of gang, man.
We just want ours, the way
That you always have yours.
You can drink, and you can fuck, and you can fight, and you can run, and you can play, and you can pay, and you can buy.
We'll just complain.
Our balls hurt.
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