Fuck your life if you think your life is better but never stop to ask who got buried under your weather You boast like the sun rose just to warm your private sky while someone else got rained on so your garden stayed alive Your full plate has a shadow your clean shirt has a cost your comfort has a body count of names already lost You call it yours like you made the ground you call it fate while others drown you call it hard work call it grace but never look the world in the face Fuck your life if your good life needs a victim fuck your pride if your ladder needs their hands beneath it fuck your smile if it shines off someone else’s pain you don’t get to call it blessing when your plenty came from drain You love the view from up there love the language of deserve but the world is not a kingdom just for those who got first serve Every winner in a system built to starve the weak for speed owes a debt to all the people turned to soil for private need So spare me all your sermons about merit, grind, and choice when the poor are crushed so softly they can barely raise a voice Fuck your life if your good life needs a victim fuck your pride if your ladder needs their hands beneath it fuck your shine if it’s polished out of somebody else’s grief you’re not blessed you’re just protected from the truth beneath your feet Look down there’s blood in the concrete look close there’s hunger in your feast look hard there’s labour in your leisure look once and maybe call it neither Not success if it steals breath not virtue if it hoards death not better just less exposed to the wreckage holding up your home So fuck your life if you think your life is better and never think that what you have makes theirs much lesser fuck your crown if it sits on backs you’ll never name you don’t get to praise your heaven when you helped design the flames
