Estranged Youth
Wearing your ego in that ride as you go
A new fragrance to hide an old flaw
A cool flow that’s hot under the collar
In that overdue ostentation soon to follow
Wearing labels you are labelled like a billboard
And branding a fake patriotism and brotherhood
You are new age sold out to an old syllabus
If I were you I would jump off that bus
Undermining life like you struck gold
The wrong directions this generation has been sold
As if it pays to run life over like road kill
Though even dead, some things are useful
It’s the froth of lack of self-restraint
The rotten brew of utter contempt
I won’t cover my nose next time you walk by
It’s the smell of breast milk, you've just been born free
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