alex, where are you, the world is waitingnwell maybe just me, but i still carenin a 6ft under sea level citynare you even down further or higher up therennyou dont care about the people that the people dont knowndont care about the people they dont knownnwhile the cash money millionaires search in the streetsnfor their iced out trinkets and gold toilet seatsnyou were hiding outside with no story to tellnwhile the newspapers showed us a brighter shade of hellnnnobody got hurt, nobody i know