I come from a dead


I come from a dead end, deadbeat town,
Filled to capacity with dead end, deadbeat souls,
They are the crushers of dreams, the killers of ambition,
because they think,
that no one
gets out,
of this dead end, deadbeat town.
But not me,
I am running fast,
running hard,
running far,
from this dead end, deadbeat town.
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