Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
Back to the slums packed with psycho savages and thugs
Broken streets, kids dream of me in the slums
Don’t let me talk about the deal ones
My motherfucking doctor said i need a doctor
Sons and daughters wander through the slums for running water
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