The Hard Way

Nepotism Because my parents are famous Does that mean that I have made it And if you come from old money 2nd generation Spoon fed Honey And have the audacity to look down on me Then excuse me if I don't bow my head And am not jealous but pity you instead Because unlike you I have had to slave To aford a roof over my head And know the actual cost of a loaf of bread And a pint of milk The commoners essential day to day things Like paying mundane bill's for Gas and Electricity And bus or train tickets to get 1 to work In order to work for a Boss That doesn't give a toss if you turn up or not Privilege is wasted on those who have And craved and dreamed of by the have not's Though I may live and die poor Come judgment day At least I can say I payed my own way And can say I did it my way The hard way