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413 Listen to Me


This goes out to my town

Where I grew up

Where I never thought 

I would see it suck...

All the souls out of it’s citizens

Scratching and itching limbs

Like it’s a normal site for the eyes

Of even the smallest kids

 

It started with one hit

Like it usually does

It started with a rap song

Talking about how cool it was

 

It started with a skate park

That was ripped away from all our hearts

With an arcade

Soon taken away

With an education system

Screwed up in too many ways

 

 

Covered in lies

Needles in thighs

Left on the streets to occupy time

Left on the streets…

Paralyzed

 

Why?

 

This goes out to the crisis in which we now endure

From bright and clear eyes 

To ones that now blur

Uncontrollably closing 

Before they can utter 

A lifesaving word

 

For those who now see addiction is fatal

For those who now see this can happen

To even the ones 

We call stable

 

This doesn’t happen to US 

This couldn’t happen to US 

It’s just THEM that lose it 

It’s just THEM we can’t trust

 

Victims of judgment 

Victims of a lost soul 

Victims that 

Will never grow old

Victims of darkness 

In a fully lit room

Where getting their fix

Lightens their mood 

Only to bring unavoidable doom

 

This is US 

And this is NOW

Yet some lay voiceless

Underground 

Now it’s time to reach out

So soon again we can be proud

Of this place...

My town

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