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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=558951" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In My City</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In my city the sky can cry all night; <br>In my city the streets can whine all night; <br>In my city people die all the time; <br>In my city, boi, in my city...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In my city, boi, God is forgotten; <br>people follow religion, their minds are rotten.<br>People kill for money, die 'cause of money, <br>banks spend our money, and find it funny.<br>Kids drink till they forget, they forget till they drink; <br>it's Apocalypse now, we're way past the brink...<br>it's a theatrical city, everyone's an actor, <br>everyone's waitin for next great disaster.<br>'I would kill for a phone' ain't just an expression, <br>it's more of a statement - kids full of agression.<br>kids full of the city, like the city's full of kids, <br>but they're workin on it - they're killin all the kids...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In my city the sky can cry all night; <br>In my city the streets can whine all night; <br>In my city people die all the time; <br>In my city, boi, in my city...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm a Silesian boy who moved to Tottenham, <br>I'm a Tottenham boy who'll always love London, <br>I'm a London boy who's Silesia-born, <br>and my people will be free - so go on, sound the horn! <br>Exile like Chopin, likewise keeps hoping, <br>Exile from Home, but somehow I'm coping...<br>I wasn't bought or sold, jus brought and told<br>you're gonna study here, and live here - be bold! <br>so I let my heart turn cold, f- it, why care? <br>carin never really got us anywhere...<br>nothing's holdin me back, so come and hold me back, <br>I ain't no ref, but I change the rules like Shaq.<br>it's time to speak of feelin, son, you're insecure, <br>that's why you want the finest chic, but she ain't the cure, <br>you want the fastest cars, you want the longest chain, <br>but none of that bulls- will take away the pain...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patryk+Krzywon">Patryk Krzywon</a><div class=q>
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In my city the streets can whine all night; 
In my city people die all the time; 
In my city, boi, in my city...

In my city, boi, God is forgotten; 
people follow religion, their minds are rotten.
People kil..."></div>
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