rasmus ☽ district five

Brother, oh brother-  

We're kinda badasses, not to brag -- my brother and I. Fucked up of the sort, rat kids but we're cool at least- we've got that much. Mask wrapped around my ears and eyes, something about privacy or protect I don't know, that's Emmanuel's buizzzz you feel? That's all of his, he's better at it than me, that's fine. We've all got our strengths, the paint can clickin' and clackin' in midnight whispers, it's fun playing chaotic good.  The pink bricks of our home aren't worth this shit; my brother does his own thing. He's responsible and strong and smart and anyways I'm Rasmus, yeet. 

It's become kinda this own thing, running out of playground fights and spray painting on abandoned factories -- thank god for district five and all that. Enough to go around. A little edgelord boy drawing dragons on brick ruins, Emmanuel lets me do whatever, it's pretty chill. 

He pays taxes, I barter for gum. 

A bunch of school boys and I huddle under a gym bars, late night dark on our skins, 

"sup fuckers,"

My thumb flicking a match. Nothing like a bunch of freshmen breaking and entering in school buildings, Kota and Bryden smirking in orange light. A key between greasy fingers (I had fries on the way over lol) and Kota throws me a cigarette, a nod. It's a constant push and shove, trying to see how far villains can go; freedom and liberty of two a.m.

Dying or getting arrested,
as long as I get famous, what's the difference.

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