Let the mother smoke  

Let the father drink  

What are we trying to be  

How we going to grow up  

In a place like this  

And the say we have to compete  

while you have never gone to sleep  

With a hungry stomach  

How can you have any empathy  

Am not trying get your pity  

Am trying make you see  

That you never had to grovel on your feet  

With blood and sweat to get where u want to be  

I bet, you are fed 

With a silver spoon in your teeth