City of Steel, City of Bridges.(WIP)You wake up in the morning to breathe inthe 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 workingmen and women. A'int anywhere like us.Huffing in smoke the pollution fills uswith the sweet smell of factories always inthe air. Always trying and workingTo keep us on top. The broken up grindsof our city are held by our loyal blood.Separated, yet bonded by bridges.Same diff'rence whether we're on the bridgeor under it. People who expect usTo be unintelligent don't know the bloodwe shed to keep alive . We hold it inour hearts to love the metal on metal grind.Industrialized, Work to live, Live to work.