Is on the street without a place to hide,
Momma never had an old seclusion,
Thought about the highly classified,
A little peace of mind and bubble fusion.
About the way of being compromised,
Keeping stories highly classified,
So many people on the street disguised,
Everybody need a place to hide.
Was blinded by a sight of death disguised!
And through the night repeatedly denied,
He had a son of Richard compromised,
Bought the weekly highly classified.
Never ever really need permission.
A place to hide behind the walls of prying,
An empty space without a treasure hidden,
People on the other side of spying.
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