Brushed some people off now their ghosts
Called the plans evil now it'll get changed in post
Hate the fake civil talk about who gets to be shot
Weevils in society spread disease and rot
Devils in rags, devils in suits it matters not
Community's become ***** in a ***

Most never fought for anything except to take mine
Whatever, now I got money growing past the line
Got colder to people who waste my time
Left to the dirt till I was doing fine
Expected to be doing time

Graduated college before twenty four
Didn't think I'd live past twenty two
All these rich people have things so new
All my **** hand me downs growing into being poor
Now it's all gas to the floor gotta be one of the few
To have flew the coop make it past a broken door

No sense of community with the middle class
They let us die in poverty then demand a pass
Treat people like property it's so funny the middle class won't last
Shrinks every year cause of their fealty to hate and the past
Sink down here how long will they last
Among rabid dogs and white trash

Nothing ever mattered till it hit their homes
Now they lose that life with a single broken bone
How's it feel to choose food or defaulting a loan
We're all going down look at the oats we've sown
Moved up today but tomorrow down I'll be thrown
Downtown shoved into the ground the life we're shown

We all have to struggle on our own
Struggle through the aches and groans
So cast upon people all your stones
And enjoy living where the rocks were thrown
Claim it all trash heaps and poverty welcome home
Time to claim our plastic throne