I see the streets and it turns my mind.

Sometimes i think that everyones blind.

I see the struggle and they know it's real.

But why is there no change?

Im not saying im perfect but at least I can see.

I cruise the streets four wheels planted as I pass the same scene.

Too much sickness, too much sadness and all i can do is live on,

Because in this life, getting a nice car and house is better than your vision.



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