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Middle Class isnt so easy


The state calls me middle class yet it is a struggle to dress like I got class don't get me wrong I look grade A in my wannabe jeans the failure of banks and our damned economy my momma wasn't affected like the rest but believe me when I say my poor momma needs some rest she doesn't have a college education but she cares for two kids without a sweat yah we're middle class but we deserve the label momma working her butt off doesn't mean we have money to spend momma wants to put me through college the state calls me middle class so where's the help

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