Empire Coté D1 wip

And we will never be Royals, Royals
It don't run in our blood
Everyone who knows us knows, that were fine with this
We didn't come from money

District 1....


Home of the rich.


Home of the ruthless careers.


No one suffers


it's not true.

When you grow up like I did, in a district where everything seems like okay. A place that most people call a safe place, somewhere where the capital's grasp seems not to be around. Then you walk into small ally's where you see old houses, mom's carying crying babies, and an 18 year old girl trying to tell her little siblings that everything is alright and that their brother will be back soon enough. When you have to promise people the most unthinkable things, to make sure that they stay quiet. When you can imagine what that is like, then you can imagine my life. I may not have many siblings, but I care for the ones I have, some of them still so youg, that they don't get it that the world we live in is so cold and cruel.

I never would wish the luxury that most have, because it takes away ones senese of happiness, and other things that those people don't relize. I would never wish to grow up in a family that has all, because I don't want to take everything for granted. I rather be starving the way I am than have everything I need, but true happiness. I live in an ally, in a very run-down apartment, that belongs to us. I live in a dangerous area where there are gangs that run around, and killers on the loose. I have a dew siblings, but being poor not many, sense that would only mean more mouths to feed and more starving nights for the rest of us. I share my bedroom with my siblings, and I know I can't complain otherwise I am going to get in trouble with mum.








Lyrics: Royals by Lorde