No matter how old I get
The game never changes
Always struggling for rank
Trying to turn more pages
Put out more get more
Respect,
More than a seven letter word
It's what you expect
From work,
Blood sweat tears
Younger blood always coming
Feeling no fears
For every slow step I've taken
in caution
A giant leap has been taken
Fearless, looking to impress,
Respect earned through the years forsaken
Earned my way,
with every path I've paved,
No respect for my progress,
The youth today makes me feel
Like they digress
from the way we've layed infront
and behind them,
Yet we don't chide them
Don't take time to give praise
and respect our ways.
No emotion or sense of responsiblity,
Dropping morals, and increasing fertitlity.
The times have changed enough from me to my younger brother,
Let alone, through what my children have to suffer.
No trust, ruthless, backstabbing
Taking anyway to to the top,
They take and keep grabbing
never stop.
Make it stop

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