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Are You Ready?

You can not be handed your freedom

In the form of a plastic card with your face

Your name printed alongside your age

Hair color, weight, and current living place

 

You won't discover complete power

On four wheels moving quickly across a road

A shiny new paint job, some nice rims

Maybe even a truck that can carry a load

 

You shouldn't expect the perfect job

Around people who always make your day

Quiet office, exciting work, benefits

Some vacation, and very generous pay

 

You better be looking forward to life

Totally real, with heartbreak, sucky jobs, bills

Don't be too surprised when it hits you

Just make sure you've sharpened your skills.

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Oct 16, 2010
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