Can You see past the hood?
See inside and see some good?
Life's lost soul, deprived of hope
ASB his way to cope.
His camouflage, black from head to toe,
He feels inferior but doesn't want you to know.
No role models and no-one to guide,
Tough exterior but crying inside.
No one will reach out to rescue his soul
Condemned to a life of pot and the dole.
One of many, on the scrap heap of this city,
I'm not scared of these boys, I feel nothing but Pity
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