I, like many dead and and alive were born to suffer, struggle and strive for barely enough to survive.
No plan made for our coming of age, not a cent saved, not a thing gave to us.
We work hard only to further our pain, but the world ain't courteous,
                              To those of us that can't afford clothes that show our worthiness,
Im sitting an a 16 foot camper with my girl and dog, no one in either family has put a helping hand,
Not one person has even noticed how strong we stand,
            If it was winter and we were freezin outside we wouldnt have place to sleep if we offered money in hand.
We smoke **** and work, so they see us like we ain't worth savin from the pain.

See all I need is help, but that would mean trusting the ones in need
Every moment of happy is hell, how can the fortunate expect us to serve for them when our checks barley pay rent
I'm a horrible person cuz I didn't have a wealthy parent to find me a house and pay for it.
Instead I raised myself and earned ever **** thing I own.
Nobody cares if I have a home. Imy just expected to make it all on my own.