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 tastes spoilt with rust,
when all that glitters isn't gold and fortunes turn to dust
You're prime time 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 shattered into a million pieces
You're rip for the breaking