And here where the suburbs are no better than the city. Where taking your own life is more than just an option. Some make you think it's easier to just turn walk away... I went running as fast as I can. Screaming into the streets.    What the fuck happened to my closest friends? It's a type of arrogance that grows in you from being from here.    Knowing so many look down on you for the sake of the walls you traced your hand prints on. Who the fuck where they to judge? No credit giving to the ones breaking barriers, redefining the appeal of chalk lines... Well i won't be ignored, i won't be confused... Hear me.    The only fire I would ever start here is so that you can never say you didn't notice us, you didn't notice us.