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WHAT WERE BROUGHT UP TO BE


You don't like me do you?

You wanna see me fail

And live payment to payment

Is that how money works?

You gotta spend money to make it

I can't do what I want?

If I don't have a dime to spend,

I can't feel like one then

You told me as a kid I could be whatever

The president, a spaceman, just name it

But without a college education

I can't be what you've brought me up to be

Passions inserted like coins in machines

I gave my effort, showed my potential

But my wallet ain't thick

So tell me again to work 9 to 5

Because that's not what I worked for my whole life

I wasn't brought up to be put down

I didn't work to hate the I'll work do

I don't want my path chosen for me

I want to choose it

And if you can't afford it

You have to settle for whatever

I want to do what I want to do

A career path I  could do with

 

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troywalden
<p>I like this guy, this guy is good.</p>

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