you didn't have the advantages secured for me you
died at sea on the desert floor you died
on TV and in video games I died on
top thinking I was a mountain climber on top
of my class not let you on top of
me but not let you let go of me
and so mad you let go of me and
buried your seed children shouldn't play with and buried
me with the rest of your hopes buried me

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