broken city
screw texas. the poor need freaking help and thank god for housing flippers. i'm tired seeing neighborhoods falling apart because sales taxes do not work and i wish to find a way to fix it all.
a song by alexi: look at the neighborhood see the edges unfurl, which things fall down to a moment in beat to you feel like you are in peril. fight off everyday, look astray, find the meaning among this broken decay. the more you fight the more you get ignored as the walls crumble down and fall around. the streets are beasts that try to kill living on all four wheels. getting ignore always carrying a scorn the darkness comes in a scorn, we always never have a say and we will be ignored anyway. the city is too poor to take on this score, the scares, the beat, the heat, and the sink. we will forever be falling in a spiral always down.