You put your head down, as if your bowing with respect.
You put your hood up, what do you expect?
You walk through the rain,
trying to pass all the pain.
But deep down inside of you, you just want someone to accept.
Accept that you are you and that is how it will be.
You hit the point on the road,
when you have to duck and cover.
To avoid the bullets flying over.
Bam!
In a instant your hit,
laying on the ground, blood, beaten and destroyed.
Whats left now?
Why get up?
Two questions you don't know the answer too.
But believe it or not you keep going like a fool.
To get hit and beaten again.
Sooner or later this wont matter much,
the people will look in such shock, on how your still up.
But the thing is you know in your head.
There is one thing that keeps you going.
You know in your head that,
they cannot break the broken.
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