flashy keys
and demon cars
speed off into the sunset
you'll get very far
walking on these rotting feet
i'll be luck to make it a mile
judge me for my progress
when you have no reason not to smile
everything is handed to you
you choose to involve yourself in drama
i'm working and scraping all that i can
while trying to outrun my trauma
it hurts that you think
that you feel you can compare
my experience to yours
i've never even shared
the half of the truth
yet you think you can input
i've worked very hard to get where i am
refuse to be crushed under your foot
you're to conditioned to see
the privilege you have
i've got no body supporting me
have my own back