The world we live in,
The era of broken hearts,
Where feelings matter to naught,
And having feelings make you a simp,
Cause breakfast will be served,
Whether or not you deserve.
Thus turning one to a pimp.
Life of a fuck boy,
Purge out entitlements,
No more privilege.
Big up, wise up,
Everything must be earned cash or kind,
Bend the rules or get bent over,
Either way you pay.
©️ Shallom et Maestro