Born to dirt and sweat and tears
In anger, desperation, fears
Among the lower life on earth
A little known or cared for birth
Against the odds just wait and see
When you least expect it, there I'll be
Reared in bitterness, angst, and hate
Raised to accept a sorry fate
With acquaintances but no friend
Brought up for a lowly end
Against the odds someday you'll see
You'll never expect it, but there I'll be
Awakened now to freedom's sound
The world no longer flat but round
I break the prison bars of safe
Resounding voices of warning chafe
Fight the odds and wake like me
You wouldn't expect it, but there I'll be
Open your eyes and break the spell
Walk out of your desperate hell
Don't settle for the chains you built
Get out of bed, get out of guilt
Beat the odds and expose the scam
You didn't expect it, but here I am
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