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I am not the working son of a working son. The sun? it never shined on me. I am everything you hate. I am every thing you can never be. These city streets were paved for me and I will use them well. Until my dying day I'm burning ni hell. As fo faith, it's just too ****ing much to bare. I know the world could never care. I'll find my worth in this world of wealth. Amidst the struggle, the sun is burning my ****ing flesh. When this ctiy's dead we'll all go underground to rest in misery. The sun will never shine on me again. The world could never ****ing care and when it's all over we will arise from the ashes of your worthless ****ing pity. We'll make a name for ourselves, by ourselves, we'll watch the stars cmoe down to leve this city. |
