The place I come from is dark and cold

and the scent of fear attracts wolves so to survive means to be bold.

Where the people are pratrolled  daily and respect is never shown.

And in all of the choaos we’re exepectected to not lose control.

So we’re always on the  move becuase our life is an endless mission.

While they cut our numbers in half like long division.

Somehow  I mange to rise above the madness, keeping a bright smile despite of all my sadness.

Waking up feeling like something is missing and going to sleep praying that things will be diffent.

But as long as I keep fighting ill go the distnance, and finally manifest all of my visions.

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