This is the Angry, Pt. 2

So you're tired of hearing us moan and complain
Just 'cos you don't feel it
Don't mean there's no pain
Some are brought up and let down
Then run through the course
While they're able to fuck us and feel no remorse

Oh Oh Oh!
Well you've turned on your own
Kicked dirt in our faces
We're left with no money, no work, no paces
Just think what you'd do
If you were in our place
While reality's waiting, you're taking up space

Are you happy? Are you proud?
Then sing real loud!