You bathe in the fruits of my labor in the tiles of your shower

Acoustic folk instrumental featuring a solo nylon-string classical guitar, The piece is characterized by intricate fingerstyle technique, blending melodic lead lines with a constant rhythmic bass accompaniment, The harmonic structure revolves around a minor key, utilizing a repetitive, circular chord progression that emphasizes the tonic and dominant, The tempo is moderate, approximately 110 BPM, with a steady 4/4 time signature, The performance features expressive dynamics, including subtle vibrato on sustained notes and percussive string slaps for rhythmic emphasis, The production is clean and intimate, with a close-mic setup that captures the natural resonance of the guitar body and the tactile sound of fingers sliding across the strings, A light hall reverb is applied to provide a sense of space without washing out the technical clarity of the performance

[Instrumental] If anyone's done less for the family, it's you on your high steed, Believing your degree gives you power—it's just an illusion of need. Even when it was just a dream, you flaunted it so, Wielding it like an axe, cutting friends and foe. You said admire me, such achievements call for admiration, But it's just paper, the worth's in its application. You chose to tear down instead of heal and uplift, Touting family values with nothing to gift. Your career keeps you distant, secrets to keep, Your degree means nothing if family ties it can't strengthen I've given my all my talents whenever the need was there, My labor, my time, a family's care. I sacrifice myself for the extended family Yet I struggle to recall a time you did the same, Afraid of me shining without your academic constructed Diplomatic value in a frame. you say I'm a loser because I choose to gain value in the real world the one that requires real work, blood, sweat, and tears. giving a piece of myself every time. your values are hidden and discreate contained in an imaginary construct of mental achievements and certificates, and order of ranking by a board, but the family has not seen a single berry from the fruits of your labor, and you can be so arrogant, filled with self-esteem, with this lack of contributions, while you shower in the fruits of my labor in the tiles of your bathroom. You can not visit a member and not confer yourself in my cornucopia fruit harvest

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