This city has a darker side.
One I have come to know,
one I have come to hate.
Painful lights from above me cover the stars.
A homeless man pukes in the alley way,
and the gunshots in the distance only remind me of the 4th of July.
The day our country gained it's independence from the King.
I wish the King had won.
Seems fare trade considering the land was stolen from the Native
Americans in the first place.
Though, the wicked ways of this country disgust me,
I continue to walk down this road.
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