kids dying
mothers crying
which takes time
of living in the
city we alll live in
music plays at
the final dance
its my last chance
to win whats back
of what i have
to live and
to learn
from my past
which my be my last
what can i say its the real world
that we live in
to share
while i live
as i long as
i try
to keep alive
so wipe your tears
and forget your pity
this is life
in the inner city
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