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"To You"



For those who live enough to be role models
For those who stayed enough to the end
For the brothers who remained through to course
For the ladies who hung unto hopelessness
To the achievers, drawing success from the waters of failure
To the riders of mothers' backs who paid them so
I salute you
I raise my hands in your praise.

To the heroes past
And heroes present
To the heroes of tomorrow
May your ways be smooth.

Now, to the haters
Life's hope graters
Who serve lemon and expect oranges
Who love our pains
And hate our gains
To them suckers...
May you see the deep sea
And look back to a furnace behind
May you step on spikes
With your blood running like sweat...

For the hypocrites
Who smile before us and bite behind us.
May your eyes see a huge wall
And your back endless oceans
For we've creeped out of the tunnel,
Are you for us or fuck us?


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