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i see my folks, cruising in their rides.
i see them all on designer shoes made of one of the best hides 
They  are on "happening" oufits, they all choose not to hide.

I was brought up to be content with the little I have .
They tell me only heaven knows,
My destiny is already settled all I have to do is watch it play out .
I should only support hardwork, legality and pray hard.

The plates are dry!
The stomach is hungry!
The feets are coarse!
Life literally makes no sense!
I am as poor as a church rat!

They keep saying it will be fine.
They visit me  on designer wears, flaunting it all in my face.
Upon their exit, they manage to leave only amounts that can pay for a meal.
They encourage me saying hardwork pays dear, all will be well darling .
Why does it seem to me they are only mocking!

The little few that care introduce me to illegal businesses.
When I look back and forth, I choose to do it .
At the last minute , I always opt out!
Parental upbringing at work!

Hunger smites me.
Poverty spits in my face.
Only hardwork smiles at me.
Inferiority complex is my best friend.
Low self esteem is my companion.
Social gatherings is my worst enemy.
Does hardwork really pay?