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He was fiery in the 50s,
would turn around and confront all three
A bicycle chain around his wrist,
stand up to them through necessity
Who says...
Had no qualms in the city,
he said,
"What they think is not important to me
I will always confront them,
and stand up through necessity."
Who says...
And I hear a mutter whisper or a murmur,
will turn around with my right
hand free and chains around my knuckles
To danger,
I will pay no heed
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Necessity is my mother,
and sure, she is proud of me
With chains to bind my knuckles,
a victim I will not be
Who says...