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the hood is the killer
and the good is long gone
while the evil doing anything they could to get a thriller
never planned to thrill her
just sat back and watched her watching me
watched on till my clock clocked three
clock me out
as hot as today was i aint need
the heat of her stare as she stared at me
she knew what i was feeling
and she felt the same
felt the shame
brought on by our hometowns pain
murder in the third degree on every thursday
its almost on schedule
called that clockwork
clocks work overtime
hearts hurt over rhymes
they say that peace is earned
yet stolen in white lines
