Wearing your combination, predictable colours.
Cheering and booing your life belongs in the crowd.
Brazenly insult them sitting amongst your friends.
Words come out of your mouth like the money that you spend.
One dark day you´ll know, just like the money that you owe.
Your way is quite pretend.
Nothing matters, man is but a sloth.
The couch, the factory and reality t.v you watch.
Television sports and junkfood grow your belly into a pot.
Why worry leave it in the hands of god, only your team matters.
After games, running loose breaking things, windows shatter.
Would you have the courage alone?
Teach your children to take life for granted, and never think on their own.
But you´ve duped nobody except yourself cheering for stupidity.
Dreaming of wealth, and practicing some false version of humility.
For knowledge you have scorn, empathy only when you mourn.
Poverty is a mindset, and one things for sure-
It works well for people with a real fear of being poor.
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