1. Rustbelt

From the recording The Lost Art of Empathy

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about growing up in Cleveland Ohio


Born in the Rustbelt, raised in these steel towns
And nothing ever seems to go our way
We just slave, to the grave, they take away Industry!
Gotta work till the day I die. Gotta work just to survive
No ones looked out for us, just sitting here waiting on the 56 bus
They stole our money & our trust, left us face down in the dust
Why can't we escape these charcoal skies
Our broken backs will be our final demise
Oh Lord I know, I'm just wandering without a home