The Menace
I kept running
I didn't look back
I paid my dues
It's time to show my hand, to raise it high in defiance
Because I control my own destiny
No longer am I to be bound by the chains of your cruelty
My sentence has been served, though I was innocent
You tell me I am a menace
But even through the barricade you built up, I can see your ignorance
I am not the first nor shall I be the last
I will fight
I will fight until I take my last breath, if only to prove you wrong
I know who I am
I control my destiny
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