As I walk down the row of giants
I am a small pawn with zero clients
Try to live payed
But I feel like my path's been layed
Everyone looks down on me
It is easy to see
Who the kings and queens of this earth be
The ones with the most connections
Rise up with success selection
While I'm forced into resention
A dead end job
Stared down by a mob
Of already made
People who stay fat payed
My future is played
It's been done before
Hell I won't lie I forgot to answer the door
When oppurtinity knocked
Know I've been forced away from the flock
I run with the suitcase in hand
Maybe I'll be recruited into the next band
Of Mobsters
Cops stop me and not those monsters
I'm black with fury
I'm quick to bury
All those dreams that I told my mother about
Unless I've got this suitcase she will continue to shout
My little spawn
Is forced to become a shadow of this same pawn
I've become
Where did the demons come from
No way to get away
I'm forced to stay
In this day and age
Turn the page
The End

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Let God speak for the underground Psalm 49 16-17
16 Do not be overawed when a man grows rich when the splendor of his house increases
17 For he will take no thing with him when he dies, his splendor will not descend with him
18Though while he lived he counted himself blessed - and men praise you when you prosper-
19 He will join the generation of his fathers, who will never see the light of life

20 A man who has riches without understanding is like the beasts that perish