Golden Value

November 23, 2010
By S7Walker BRONZE, Madera, California
S7Walker BRONZE, Madera, California
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California isn't just beaches.
Words you call a song don't speak for us;
Sick of the same words
from the same mouth, same hate
with Bieber cluttering the airwaves.
Wiping out past woodward park,
and saying bye to life by the shark.
Dog eats dog, and no vegetareans.

Outside the city lines
and inside the warrior drives;
This is life in the 5-5-9
And they wonder whhy I wanna get out alive.
Take what you can, give none back.
Rise for the fallen, don't look past.
This is our life, and we survived.
We are Hawks! Never say die.

Hit Taco Bell on Friday nights.
11 vs. 12 the latter we fight.
Rock bottom here back home.
Nyquil when we're out of day,
we're almost dead anyway.
Trying to impeach our president,
Making references no one will get,
Wishing for a bit more for...

Outside the city lines
and inside the warrior drives;
This is life in the 5-5-9
And they wonder whhy I wanna get out alive.
Take what you can, give none back.
Rise for the fallen, don't look past.
This is our life, and we survived.
We are Hawks! Never say die.

Play guitar in my friends basement;
Writing songs in the middle of class.
Wait to be on the big screen, sing,
PWN them all, f*** the rest!

Getting hits behind the shell.
Hook up and go to hell
A waste of a little rejection
No one to leave the Bell to.
Race down 12th Avenue,
Break in to fill the night.
Nothing left worth the time
And island lost in me

Outside the city lines
and inside the warrior drives;
This is life in the 5-5-9
And they wonder whhy I wanna get out alive.
Take what you can, give none back.
Rise for the fallen, don't look past.
This is our life, and we survived.
We are Hawks! Never say die.

Play guitar in my friends basement;
Writing songs in the middle of class.
Wait to be on the big screen, sing,
PWN them all, f*** the rest!

No one here, but Green to live for.
Back to digging the same old care.
Death Star is yet to build.
Evil here isn't born, but made
With no help but our own fate.
This is life in the 5-5-9
Come on HAWKS
Never say Die.


The author's comments:
We all have our hometowns. It's whether or not they shaped someone. It's whether or not they made you grow. Because no matter what, they did. For better or worse that IS your hometown.

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