Same People

I'm from the shower
The toilet
The sink
The bath mat
From the shower curtain
Of a city I don't live in

Locked down
In four white walls
On our phones
No we won't even go to the backyard

You have no common sense
You're stupid
You don't know what you're doing
These are things I don't want to remember

From the stroke belt
The Bible Belt

I thought I was stuck
In a place I didn't want to be from

Till we moved to this city
But I noticed
Everything was still the same

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