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I was born and raised during these terrible days
I've heard the screams coming from the dark alleyways
The dogs they let bark as they drove down the oneway
Everywhere around you there's nothing but decay
So who are we to complain for fortune and fame?
Constantly feeling the need to pray for that new beginning that never came
Looking around you, seeing nothing but hate and shame
Same faces, same pain treading the slums with differences only in names
So what are we to do?
Start setting a good examples for those who need you
Show determination, we all know what to do
No different than the rest of the world that doesn't have a clue
Pain is what we all feel, show them your idea of what can be real
