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..you werent born with the world falling at your feet-
The path is long and agonizing being dragged on your knees.
..and the silver spoon in your mouth tastes spoilt with rust,
When all that glitters isnt gold and fortunes turn to dust.

Youre prime time for the raping.

And when you dont pander to meet the agenda,
Scavengers start to gather.
Perverse visionaries taste the lather;
The just rewards in controlled rebellion.

Tossed and probed like a gristly piece of meat,
Lock, stock, and barrel slave.
You just dont contradict big brother.
Hes got the right to push you under.

..and they pledge you the earth, then pull you six feet down.

And youre branded with the stigma: unusable dropouts.

..and with inspiration ravaged, you take the final bow,

The creative demeanor shattered into a million pieces.

Youre rip for the breaking.

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