To Be Heard
To Be Heard, That's what you want
Life is an alley that, like a hood, you haunt.
Get what you can, however man.
Let fists fly, by and by you're now high, like THAT
You're Down. But get up, there's still work to do
Will I be hurt this time, you care more about the question by who?
No. It can't end like this, what is this, a fool to be had?
No, a chance. For What? To be Heard, now you stand.
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