Rebel
Make no mistake,I'm a rebel of true color.
Step on over here,
look at it from my angle brother.
Derived in a city of the damned,
off the coast, in the land of the free.
Raised rough, trained proper,
using more than my eyes to see.
I shake my head at thier predjudice,
some times even laugh at thier drama.
If you work by me, then your my brother,
hold your head high, keep strong to your honor.
And yup, I've been known to fall,
felt the rush, and the slap as I landed on my face.
Yet I'll always stand back up, dust off and grin,
just to stand by these strange beings, in this place..
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