In a city of concrete and steel
Where the smog never clears
And the sun is a distant memory
We live in a dystopian hell
Where the only thing that thrives
Are the rats and the roaches
And the only thing that grows
Are the weeds in the cracks
We are the forgotten people
The ones that society has left behind
We are the ones that have nothing
And nowhere to go
But we carry on
Because what else can we do?
In this dystopian city
We are the last ones standing
And we will never give up