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Record breaking pickpocket A quick click with a pick lock And opps Cropped a lot of your stock Then fell off in a jog I be respectable with my tech tools Fools dare share A pack mule airs his cares Affairs flared some tears Peeps cheers over beers I hears ya obnoxious comments Too toxic too often Better get shadowboxing and rock em Violence to yourself Leaves no bleaker option The walls once built Is the obstacle were now hopping Hoping, to find hooligans hosting A horror show Hoaxing against their own honour code Holy moly now they're stubbing toes Of any barefoot individual at the venue Time to feed my hen food then egg you Like the rents due Pay up your sin tabs Best be straight cash In a bloody biodegradable bag The rouge has feline qualities Five knives and nine lives Active in the moon, a bit of an oddity Eyes that see through an apology Wiser beyond stoic philosophy Hyper aware that these hooligans do bother me Reactive conversation is sparked With aim for contemplation as we part But before her point completes it's arc Its halted with a nasty remark By a hooligan who painted a foggy path With what his smoky dart departs Frustration levels are off the charts Patience is a virtue Yet she hasn't master all the high moral arts Always active for equality It gets hard to pass Especially when all the hooligans eyes are on her arse Ah blast, now she's wielding dual dagger made of glass Hooligans pick up on her provoked emotion And proceed to deal to her like cards Attacking with bruised fists, and bottled up jars One crudely spit as her arm breaks off hard Made a new weapon from her own bone shards Gain composure for a second Before attempting a full blown charge Fights in the ether often With no either or option These characters In this ether That's our constant So silence fools Whilst I'm piling rules That are all Basic common courtesy