The concrete of the city doesn't lie,
Acid sunbeams disintegrating bacteria
Dusty and dry peeling skin
Hope lives in a drop of water
My boots sink on the wet earth
Flood for nothing on a sealed soil
Black clouds whipping your roof
A snake swims in the bedroom
Don't need to think just get your money for free
You are so important as a prostitute on the streets
All over the year your life doesn't change
You think you are in the top but you are served in a plate
Wake up, and realize there is no hope
Summer you get mud, winter you get dust
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