an evening on a bench, try to understand
why it's been so hard ,to be a real man
i've been foughting by myself ,just to be in the light
it's true
a thousand empty cans ,spreading out the mess
i still live in the world ,where power means cash
i really try my best ,to be with the rest
it's true
how longer can i stand
this test to be a real man
sometimes i feel like giving it up
but i'm still fighting
still going
still kicking
yet it seem
i'm still go on strong
PS:/
(Correct Me if i'm wrong)