Corrupt politicians and selfish thieves
Wielding wealth bursting at the seams
Now what happened to my one and only dream
To provide for a family so yo I need some green
But it seems only a few have the means
To supply their families with groceries
And when did the rat race rely on cheese?
So to the powers to that be, I obey yes please
Yes I may be young but I have priorities
To plan for a future and man it is a tease
All I want is a happy ending for my movie
But I always seem to get caught up in the squeeze
Student loans, bills and living expenses
Tempted by the charm of the excesses
Motivated by the promise of successes
Now all I want is the white picket fences

Now if you’re sick of status quo
Simply nod your head to the flow
If you doubt the distance you can go
Fight your way to the front of the show
Now if you think that things aren’t fair
Join me, wave your fists in the air
If you’re tired of the class warfare
Say it with me, we just don’t care

And it evens extends into the classroom
Kids in public schools get taken for common fools
And yes I am a product of the catchment pool
But somehow I was still equipped with the right tools
To make a difference but others weren’t as lucky
And the upper echelons looked at them yucky
But still coasting along floating like rubber ducky
Even though getting underestimated is now nothing
No hope, no future, no point in trying
Despite being shoved down we are surviving
Because we have all mastered the art of grinding
We conform to the stereotype? (Re-check your findings)
I take pride I will be able to get my breakthrough
Score one for the middle class, oh it’s true it’s true
Tertiary educated emcee draped in a business suit
If I can get through then I know that you can too.

Now if you’re sick of status quo
Simply nod your head to the flow
If you doubt the distance you can go
Fight your way to the front of the show
Now if you think that things aren’t fair
Join me, wave your fists in the air
If you’re tired of the class warfare
Say it with me, we just don’t care

I couldn’t believe it, I heard a person say
(Why should we even raise the minimum wage?)
Well, until you affluent assholes get little pay
Maybe you could hold an argument to make your crappy case
I’ve been there, I paid my dues for pocket change
At a supermarket, stocking shelves it was a cage
And when the manager yelled at me, I would simply rage
Just cause I was nearing empty on my fuel gauge
Because I was sixteen and needed pocket money
I got crappy working conditions, it wasn’t funny
and that’s what all the worker bees will do for honey
boils down to anything to stop the grumbling from tummies
despite this I still cherish all those dead end jobs
they made me stronger to handle the snooty snobs
and these hardships I go through I would never swap
though I wish for others that these hardships would stop

Now if you’re sick of status quo
Simply nod your head to the flow
If you doubt the distance you can go
Fight your way to the front of the show
Now if you think that things aren’t fair
Join me, wave your fists in the air
If you’re tired of the class warfare
Say it with me, we just don’t care