.He says he hates himself,
And the way shit plays.
He says he hates this cell,
Every God damn day.
He says he hates his life.
He says I'll see you in the midlife.
So, I gotta get to the city,
Where the sparks are flying from the subway trains.
I gotta get to the city,
W.
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