ShOuT oR CrY?

You grow up in the mountain
The sun fried your skin
Your palm and the sole of your feet
Once smooth but now it's thick

 
You have so many dreams
To achieved it, you'll find away
You want to go along with your friends
They have a work and lives in the city
Their looks change and have plenty of money

 
All you wanted is to have nice clothes
To have a nice house to live in
To taste all the delicious foods
To earn and save money for your dozen's sibling

 
But fate is never been nice to you
No matter how hard you try
Until you just found yourself become so low
You don't know if your going to shout or cry…