Sun shinin, 830 in the mornin
Gotta start preparin, another day is comin
It's friday, quite a busy day
Heavy pollution will be on the air and bay
River's turnin gray with traffic on the way
I can't Imagine what'll this all wheigh
From this, all I can say is just "OK"
From my window I can hear children laughin
Cars buzzin, inside my ears
Room filled with empty bottle of beers
Same shit after how many years
Street if filled with Gangs, Smoke fillin up my lungs
You can hear the car goes Bang, There goes Mr. Lee Chang
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