City of Steel, City of Bridges.(WIP)

You wake up in the morning to breathe in
the non-fresh air. Working hard, Nose to the grind.
The city of lights, city of bridges,
Our Steel City Sparkling with the Blood,
Sweat and tears of hard working
men and women. A'int anywhere like us.

Huffing in smoke the pollution fills us
with the sweet smell of factories always in
the air. Always trying and working
To keep us on top. The broken up grinds
of our city are held by our loyal blood.
Separated, yet bonded by bridges.

Same diff'rence whether we're on the bridge
or under it. People who expect us
To be unintelligent don't know the blood
we shed to keep alive . We hold it in
our hearts to love the metal on metal grind.
Industrialized, Work to live, Live to work.