They say age pass will be gone
You will not get it back again
The saga of teenagers
They will get into all kind of activities
Indulging in it as a cool hungry acts
The shadow of lives living now
The wee hour of teenagers
Like the vampires come alive
In the night amongst friends
Others they meet sharing common goals
The worst the teenagers landed into hot water
Scaling their lives a footnot in their minds
The wee hours of bursting energy
The world seems for them to play
Only the unlucky ones
Mat Rempits robbers and thieves
Armed of the law enforcements
It come swiftly down on them
Some go to jail
Some die with bullets
The wee hour teenagers
They think the world belonging to them
When reality bites
Good spirits the folders light
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