Night sky
Up high above
The moon watches over him
As he does his dirty schemes
Stressful, yet satisfying
Overwhelming, yet pleasing
Wishes to end with nothing to lose
But being held down gives him no room for his dreams
The moon has seen everything of him
Good and bad
Money and blood
Yet he is still in his teens
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