To you, and there are so many of you VI
When you're born and reared in a city that manufactures cement, somehow the anhydrous powder substance gets into your brain, and you develop a hollow block in your head; sticks to your teeth and you get ugly grey porcelains; reaches your heart and turns it to brick.
When you're born and reared in a place as dusty and gritty as your hometown, where water and gravel are scarce that the ratio for mixing is all screwed up, you become a worthless slab of stone that crumbles easily under my stomp.
When you're born and reared in a place as dusty and gritty as your hometown, where water and gravel are scarce that the ratio for mixing is all screwed up, you become a worthless slab of stone that crumbles easily under my stomp.