Living the Good Life
It starts at birth, who you're born to, what kind of status your parents have
It depends on your neighborhood, where are you from, who are your friends
It matters what school you go to, do the teachers give a shit, does the school have money for textbooks
It starts here and yet it leads to the end
What do you do after your forced life in school? College? Job? Homeless? Struggling? Addiction?
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