The people will survive
In their environment
The dirt, scarcity, and the emptiness
Of our South

The injustice of our greed
The practice we inherit
The dirt, scarcity and the emptiness
Of our South

There on the beach
I could see it in her eyes
I only had a Corona
Five cent deposit.

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