They sow it They reap it Then move on To grass more green You try it But failure Their soil Just chokes your seed Rigged by them in spite of us They allege the ladder that they climbed Serves us, serves us But decay shows the rungs have been long gone Pretty sus, pretty sus to me Come on now tell us, where did they go? Your disregard of our future, what will it show? You won't live to know So here's the thing Priced out of education We can't afford the rent Climate deprived Old 45 You wonder why we're bent? No wonder why we're bent "I lived my life for me!" A phrase we can't let be Of a people who together agreed On a greed that impairs you and me We live a life of misinformation They call us the lost generation