The Long Game
Disillusioned by joy strangled by decadence
White rich kid anthem ringing from their edifice
-Walk in -
Its’ like a magazine
every dream
apple pie and haute cuisine
Better then we've ever seen
but grand daddies cash bought them a big stash
So we sit on the floor
laugh-en as their alcoholic mother gets smashed
Cardiologists Die of Heart Attacks
Valedictorians end up on crack
Life—has away of getting you back—
Just like rich kids and bad situations
Big Digs with no Habitation
We got to see the situation
Its’ not the same
And Life’s
just playing the long game
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