I look out my window and see the road,
Damn this crowd getting broad,
They may have something to say,
They are too busy in paying days,
why don't they get what they want?
How long they have to chant?
my voice may dim sometime,
that doesn't means, i quit trying,
i will stand, i will run,
i have to work to get a bun(bread) ....
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