Born and raised under smoke towers
I grew up on soil that greed powers
Wealth sours - round here are found no flowers
When it rains, I advise you to avoid the showers
Actually - just don't use the water at all
It seems one of the plants has had a close call
A strange kind of leak in their impervious wall
Some folks knew weeks ago but couldn't forestall
After all, toxins in the river is no cause for concern
The water has been poison since the century's turn
In a place of industry - poor men need to better learn
Slaving away all day doesn't pay you out what it earns
On the job, breathing easy is all about who you know
It's about which mountain you reside atop and your cash flow
When you take a deep breath, don't savor it slow
This airs as pure as the hearts of the industry giant's CEOs
They act like we can't be hurt by things we don't know
But their kids aren't raised under the valley's shadow
In a place where foreign billionaires work quid pro quo
The plagues of poverty spread faster than winds blow
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