Hey Travis,
Tweaks below, mostly for meter... keep or sweep smile


My mamma never cared too much for me
she left me in a box underneath a tree.
Raised in an orphanage in Paterson
at twelve years of age,it was time to run
v
Just a shirt on my back, with snow so deep
I scavenged from trash cans then tried to sleep
By fourteen I was running round town with a mob
there was never the option of taking a job

v
By the time I had reached twenty one
I went knowhere without carrying my gun
It didn't matter to me what was wrong or right
bullets often flew, I was that thief in the night

b
One night I was cornered by the sheriff's men
On my own but there were four of them

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