Grit The Ones
We are the ones you call uneducated,we´re jaded, ill-
fated.
Take a look around cause we´re not separated,you hate it,
we crave it.
Going the distance, with a show of resistance.
try and do an number, christ I´ll put you under.
We are the ones you said we´re going nowhere. No hope
there.
You said we don´t care.
Adjust your f..cking mind cause we aint f..cking dying.
Stop prying.
Stop crying.
On and on it goes.
