StreetWalker
Walking the streets
in the middle of the night,
searching for prey
someone to fight
in the middle of the night,
searching for prey
someone to fight
I hide in shadows,
they don't see me around,
and they don't know nothing
until they hit the ground
they don't see me around,
and they don't know nothing
until they hit the ground
The difference now
it is cool to be me,
no longer the hunted,
now I am free
it is cool to be me,
no longer the hunted,
now I am free
No one sees me coming
until it's too late,
most don't even care
they accept their deadly fate
until it's too late,
most don't even care
they accept their deadly fate
I walk the streets
in the middle of the night
searching for prey
someone to fight
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