The burnt out house next door, 

Is the only neighbor he’s know

The gang colors on his jacket

The only fashion he wants

Life is a five mile radius

The Persian Gulf and Siberia might as well be mars

Life is here, life is now

A career is a perverse hope

To be born was some bullshit

And it’s gonna be more shit while you’re here

But another day above ground is something

Especially if it’s the only thing you’ve known.

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