 I wish your heart enough, but do not make you stress, because if I feel better, I feel living, and I get up to be under the pressure, my friend. And we're bound in a struggle, isolated in a bubble. One half in the rich, yet another in the poor. God bless and please help us, we can't take no more. We're feeling the pressure, we are down to the core. All money for the young, when them send it, I'm sure. And every nation, come here, get rich, and we stay poor. Them throw your $20, we'll go to the banquet.