Terrace houses and badly maintained shop lots,
Vandalized parks and sinking houses,
Development seems like an afterthought,
Supplemented by creaking busses,
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Seems like no one important was from here,
Good kids go to schools with the name of saints,
As a teen you had nothing to fear,
But when you grow up, you see the constraints,
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I was beginning to doubt who I can be,
Under the Shadow of Mt. Serapi
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But this place is new and its pages fresh,
The district lines has just been drawn,
The roads are its blood and we are its flesh,
For this is not dusk, it is dawn,
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This place has no history for a reason,
Our parents moved here from all over the state,
To look for jobs not reliant on season,
New beginnings starting from dinner plates,
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Maybe it’s up to us to write history,
Under the Shadow of Mt. Serapi