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Gnawed down by wind, by time
By hands that never build, only break
Inside, the rats move
Born in damp rooms, raised on bitter air
Scurrying through the same narrow streets
Where their fathers fell
The gangs mark their corners like piss stains, boys in black with hands in pockets
Hiding blades, hiding hunger
Deals are made in the hush of stairwells, powder rassed, needles kissed
Young hands shaking but taking still
A mother stands at her window, watching the blue lights flash
Knowing they'll be back next week
Her son, just fifteen, counts money in the dark, a rat learning new tricks
By hands that never build, only break
Inside, the rats move
Born in damp rooms, raised on bitter air
Scurrying through the same narrow streets
Where their fathers fell
The gangs mark their corners like piss stains, boys in black with hands in pockets
Hiding blades, hiding hunger
Deals are made in the hush of stairwells, powder rassed, needles kissed
Young hands shaking but taking still
A mother stands at her window, watching the blue lights flash
Knowing they'll be back next week
Her son, just fifteen, counts money in the dark, a rat learning new tricks