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The city

Walking down the street
I do my best not to turn my head
Im walking down to the city that I grew up
Yet
I feel like I don’t live above
The pains the trouble
The wealthy
Never knew
my parents struggled
Its hard I fumbled
Gave up
but never broke down
Just drifted around above the town
The streets are clean
But the air is dirty
Not too much care
if I dont see it it doesn’t hurt me
The people are nice the vibe is right
Stay out past 2 you won’t see a car at night

This Is the start to something good I hope

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