In the back of the van
Sucking fumes
And wrapped in a blanket
To shield me from
This poorly insulated
Piece of shit
With dreams of a car
That won't go fall apart
And an apartment or a house
That the bank won't foreclose on
I know I contribute value
I can see it in their eyes
So why would they let me die out here like this? Why?
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