society
She calls you
in the middle of the night
he calls you
only looking for a fight
people somehow manage
to live that kind of life
from the privilaged
to those that struggle
to harnest their own human rights
Society today is a funny living thing
with its' good and bad
and ungly sting
One has dreams
to be at the top of it all
but the journy there will cause a few falls
what matters is getting back up for that fight
wither your priviledge
broke,
or wight
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