Be strong and you will be renewed
  I was raised in a tragedy by slaves
  where kids are drug addicts or
  they are bored and lazy still
  I return to my home town and
  it's just like going to a funeral
  and all of them are dying in love
  with paradise idle conversation makes
  them wise did you hear the one about
  Greg a rare talent he was unsung until
  the blow came no one really dies they
  just get fired our legacy to retire
  young and all of them are drowning the
  waves of apathy trust fund junkies slamming
  the debris it's a dream identify now and then
  I miss her her masochistic hands fulfilling
  empty plans and all of us
  our lying on golden shores of greed
  we're dead by thirty dead by thirty
  dead in daydream