Angels

This place of plastic

Where the fakes are so real

This toxic wasteland

Where the real is unreal

The dirt, poverty, and loneliness

Where the movies come true

Thinly shrouded by the extravagance

Of the privileged few, haughty elitists

We'll never be like them

We'll simply rise against

We're the struggling masses

Where we come from is how we will live

Beauty in chaos, not the Hollywood bullshit

Where we come from is how we survive

It's in our blood, don't you ever forget it

A concrete jungle where we rest our heads

In the midst of the madness

This is where we live

And this is where we'll die

Our birthplace, our burial site

This is where we'll die