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They think they know the rules but rules are written for the pack and I'm not in the pack
The Northside grinds its teeth to dust, a concrete jaw of rust and pain
I walk its veins not with a crew, but with the cold comfort of the rain
They see a face, a shade too pale, a ghost that don't belong
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