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You weren't 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 tasted spoilt with rust

When all that glitters isn't gold and fortunes turn to dust

You're prime for the raping

And when you don't 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 don't contradict big brother

He's got the right to push you under

And they pledge you the earth, then pull you six feet down

And you're branded with the stigma; unusable dropouts

And with inspiration ravaged, you take the final bow

The creative demeanor shatted into a million pieces

You're ripe for the breaking