"you ought to be tough, yes... the dark concrete, under the the grey sky, above the grey cement. yes, you ought to be tough. when this city was built it wasn't meant to be silly to feel. it wasn't meant to be harsh under our feet. yes, i got to be tough... for in time the faces I see, they all fade into the pretty rainbow I've never known...yes, i must be tough...
over the landscapes that have been sold out, spilling some blood taken and given, running in time for some good grieve... you gotta be tough. changing channels in high eye, high minds, wasted bodies leaning oven high wooden tables, they all drink. nothing smooth about this seeing, not a sight for you to pick among nice postal cards at the theater. you gotta be tough boys. you ain't just hard enough. get your boots, take your packages, get on your feet, while you still can... 
i see you hanging, looking, wanting, praying, saying your needing something that will make you more than you live for...dry your skin, dig up the dirt and don't hide it no more
you just got to be tough and don`t look back. don`t look back, leave all those shady deals, those old books, those hearts all broken, those tears, the pile of mending to do, just go... be tough. you ought to..."
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picture taken by vitor shalom
