When values are compromised
When a paycheck buys a bottle of whiskey
To wash it all away
The pain burns for tomorrow
A struggle dreamed to be changed
Hard work is different to me and you
Shove a book in my face i will read, you will set it down
I have no hatred toward you but rather jealousy of your life
Though i may never know the blue ink
The black ink looks nostalgic
Born into a family that will not change.
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