I see you lying down on the street

you’re crying tears of mud

after you’ve just taken a beat

you’re crying tears of blood

I’m going to thow you a rope my friend

just don’t use it to hang yourself

everything does not have to end

just because you were born without wealth

We treat you like an animal

but aren’t we

we treat you like a troll

living in debris

I hope you make it through

I hope you do not kill

May God help you

because no one else will