Tired of hearing us moan and complain
Just cos you don't feel it
Doesn't mean there's no pain
Brought up then let down and run thru the course
Able to fuck us and feel no remorse
This is a cry for the ones who can't fight
We're just the bad seeds who didn't turn out right
We'll get a chance and we'll break down the door
This is the angry, the young and the poor
Turned on your own, kicked the dirt in our face
We're stuck without money, no working, no pace
Just think what you'd do if you were in our place
Reality's waiting while you take up space
Just cos you don't feel it
Doesn't mean there's no pain
Brought up then let down and run thru the course
Able to fuck us and feel no remorse
This is a cry for the ones who can't fight
We're just the bad seeds who didn't turn out right
We'll get a chance and we'll break down the door
This is the angry, the young and the poor
Turned on your own, kicked the dirt in our face
We're stuck without money, no working, no pace
Just think what you'd do if you were in our place
Reality's waiting while you take up space
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