I won’t let you touch the dirty shovel,
No no, please don’t pick that gravel,
No, you shall not explore or travel.
I won’t let you read that lewd novel.
Im scared of the pinnacles you seek,
You’re grounded for how you speak,
You’re damned if you wear that trend,
I’d be wary if she is your best friend.
I shall ensure that you grow like I breed
You shall never know what you need,
I’d be ashamed that you’re my creed,
You’d be doomed if you don’t succeed.
Die, you may, in this race of greed,
Or live it up to those success stories I read.
I’ll provide every ‘thing’ that you ask or need,
You can become anything but not a soul freed.
Oh oh oh,
How adults forget the numerous paths they strayed?
How they forget learning the tricks of the trade?
How they forget the cuts of the stolen razor blade?
How they let the memories of their tough times fade?
Oh oh oh,
They shall ignore all the cries and wails,
and reprimand when one tries and fails.
A misfired attempt to succeed is a crime.
What about the courage, efforts and time?
They throw the dice and ask you to be wise,
They play the game and you pay the price.
No prize to be won, Haha.