It was mindless to walk in this
Way, rambling surreptitiously
Though is a black-road,
Doing things in one mind of dirt
Walking underground not to be marked out.

No men build undying abode, all
Foes are digging the ground for all
Dirts, being fugitive ‘till collapse.
Crime doesn’t pay, that underground
Way lead behind bars.

Feeling remorse, judge can’t toy
With that, pull the strings off,
Life is too young never collapse
Before goods, walk up the ground.