We all have our ups and downs

We have our hard times

Like a corrupted noun

We struggle

But we shall keep momentum

We pray till the never ending beltway

We are called low class

 

Our people lack affordability

Most on disability

Our society 

Our nation

Our frustration

Our humanity\

Our people are called low class

 

I understand 

It may seem like a demand

Keep pushing

Buffer the pain and suffering

Soon faith will shine

I understand

I am called low class

 

You are not superman

You are just whole wheat bran

You are simple

You think you are all

As we beg and crawl

But we shall stand tall

As your wealth lacks like a 2 hour conference call.