Smoking our cigarettes on the sidewalk,
Leaning against the charred brick building.
Press the condensation of beer bottles
Onto our sweating, sunburned foreheads.
The screeching tires of a fancy car
As it burns up rubber down my street.
The sharp smell of our determination,
Mixing with anger and hope and sweat.
There’s a weight to this city that breaks me,
But I wouldn’t change a single thing.