To Be Heard

To Be Heard, That's what you want

Life is an alley that, like a hood, you haunt.

Get what you can, however man.

Let fists fly, by and by you're now high, like THAT

You're Down. But get up, there's still work to do

Will I  be hurt this time, you care more about the question by who?

No. It can't end like this, what is this, a fool to be had?

No, a chance. For What? To be Heard, now you stand.

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