Heavy Middleweight [With Recital]

I was raised middle class,
With working class appreciation.
It runs deep and has it’s nest,
Built high in a divided nation

I thank you from the bottom, of my CPU.
This script born in this category,
Spells I-O-U.

If I cant get a job, should i get a reward?
With real people, If I’m mentioned,
Like “whos this retard?”

Its me, with no defence,
No excuses, no offensive,
Taken or given, I watch more than just film.
I pick up, on how you feel the tension.

Somethin’ just ain't right:
The system.

He was a nice bloke, but,
Maybe they'll say,
"Maybe i’ll miss him".

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