I didn't grow up with privilege have hard edges from growing up in hard places and those that don't know me act so cocky towards me always giving my all yet I still get looked down on never good enough for society  a fighter settling for...

I got no body oh no no hands, no fingers, or toes I'm broken up and will be for forever (forever) lost in limbo I feel quite transparent everyone sees right through me might as well be part of the air because I got no body no body to meet...

When the Marching began A swarm of people gathered to watch Dazzled by flag and by flame They did not seeThe people underneath the bootsTrampled to the beat of the drumTrampled as the band played on