I wish to play poker
I wish to gamble
Fame a filling cup
Let the world stare in amazement
I be a murderer
I want to make money
Be their hit man
Make a list and kill
My face on the papers
“Wanted” award money on my head
My hands still empty
They didn’t pay, they set me up
A long jail term I hear them say
Living in the sewers underneath
I definitely got the wrong fame
The wrong publicity
Murder, theft, gambler
Do I turn myself in or do I run
Innocent blood on my hands
Result, more orphans
Sorry to the world
It finally time
Turn myself in
Sentence, death by hanging
This is my official dead-line
@$heetheepoet
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