Rise
Trailer Park, lights out
Not safe, no count
Punches thrown, momma hurt
Rise.
NYC, sleeping bodies
Some breathe, some give out
Rise.
Minimum wage job, broke already
Too many bills, not enough money
Rise.
College, education
Fighting, graduation
Risen.
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