IT seems scrapping is a
neccesary part of me
in spite of my best intentions
Its all part of my life expectancy
Seems society loves to hit
below the belt
The savagery of its blow is
deeply felt
In my naivet'e I thought
life was for enjoyment
but when delegated to
the low end or no employment
theres not much enjoyment
Everyones got you by the collar
hollering for a dollar
Scrapping for survival but
I will get my due respect
Bitterness in my words you may detect
its from scrapping the very
core of my eistence
Its my call to make it easier
for the next generation in my mist