HOSTILE - Given all I can give, the only thing left is the life that I live. HOSTILE - After nineteen years, I've given up hope and accepted my fears. HOSTILE - And that's the way that is, I can't believe life pushed me to this. HOSTILE - But I'm working on it, I refuse to walk these streets in panic.
Is this all that I get? No form of love, not an ounce of respect. watching my back in the town that I tread.