Don't tell me about no glass ceiling
Because as far as I can see
You were all just staring at stars
In a different time and place
Cause now we got glass walls
Where we stand outside with
Simple lives printed on fancy paper
Selling ourselves penny pauper
They say it's a cycle,
The ups and the downs
The gold and the rust
Gilded wrought iron-
Manacles, I see.
Well this ball and chain
It's my poverty
Just give me a shot sir
I can always work harder
Just wait and you'll see.
The bear and the bull
Drinking cognac in crystal
Looking through their floor
At a nation of fools
Pulling at their bootstraps.
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