Текст песни PRO-PAIN - Box City

Once there was a promise
A promise made to me
That if I keep working hard
My dream would come to be
Built a future with my hands
Was punctual, met demands
Then suddenly tragedy
If the system keeps fuckin' me
I'm going back to the box city
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If patience is a virtue
Then I am a saint
Beaurocracy in motion
Sir

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