it’s my home, all I have known...
Where I got grown, streets I would roam...
But out of the darkness, I came the farthest..
Among the hardest survival...
Learn from these streets, it can be bleak...
Except no defeat, surrender retreat...
So I'm struggling, fighting to eat...
and I'm wondering when I’ll be free...
So patiently I wait, for that fateful day...
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