More Like You
I'm so saddened about the fact that people are starving in Ethiopia
Or any other place where food or water's utopia
But still when he's consuming a meal the delicate punk I am
Based on sensing a bad taste can throw all of it away
And I'm aware of the fact that some people are unemployed
Or paid twenty five bucks a week to manufacture Nike crap
But the little punk has to keep complaining about
The mere forty hours he works every fucking week
I've heard about the pain that can be caused by cancer
Or any disease that leads your life to disaster
Though when he's a little bit cold the delicate punk I am
Acts like he's going to be dead by the end of the day
I've seen a lot of people who don't even know what it's like
To have two arms or to not sit in a wheelchair all the time
But how many times did I complain about
The little walk I take to where I park my car
I was born on the wrong side unlike a lot of you
But let it go
I've done so many things to do something with my life like you
Now I'm done
Now I know
Now I realize I've only managed to look more like you
More like you
I have seen so many homeless people who didn't to choose to live on the streets
And having to fight to keep a little space of their own
But still regarding where he lives the delicate punk I am
Has an apartment of his own and anyway he complains
I'll spare you the car, the computer, the cell phone
The Playstation games, the fucking clothes and fucking hairdo
Anything that I have is subject to complaining
No matter what others have
Whatever the others don't have
Don't like to me sick fuck
You're one of those kids to me
Don't lie
Because I know that you're all the same kind
And whatever you say punk I know just who you are
You are a spoiled child who grew up with all he needed
And I fucking judge you who doesn't know where I come from
You're a spoiled child to me
Don't lie
I was born on the wrong side unlike a lot of you
But let it go
I've done so many things to do something with my life like you
Now I'm done
Now I know
Now I realize I've only managed to look more like you
More like you
Or any other place where food or water's utopia
But still when he's consuming a meal the delicate punk I am
Based on sensing a bad taste can throw all of it away
And I'm aware of the fact that some people are unemployed
Or paid twenty five bucks a week to manufacture Nike crap
But the little punk has to keep complaining about
The mere forty hours he works every fucking week
I've heard about the pain that can be caused by cancer
Or any disease that leads your life to disaster
Though when he's a little bit cold the delicate punk I am
Acts like he's going to be dead by the end of the day
I've seen a lot of people who don't even know what it's like
To have two arms or to not sit in a wheelchair all the time
But how many times did I complain about
The little walk I take to where I park my car
I was born on the wrong side unlike a lot of you
But let it go
I've done so many things to do something with my life like you
Now I'm done
Now I know
Now I realize I've only managed to look more like you
More like you
I have seen so many homeless people who didn't to choose to live on the streets
And having to fight to keep a little space of their own
But still regarding where he lives the delicate punk I am
Has an apartment of his own and anyway he complains
I'll spare you the car, the computer, the cell phone
The Playstation games, the fucking clothes and fucking hairdo
Anything that I have is subject to complaining
No matter what others have
Whatever the others don't have
Don't like to me sick fuck
You're one of those kids to me
Don't lie
Because I know that you're all the same kind
And whatever you say punk I know just who you are
You are a spoiled child who grew up with all he needed
And I fucking judge you who doesn't know where I come from
You're a spoiled child to me
Don't lie
I was born on the wrong side unlike a lot of you
But let it go
I've done so many things to do something with my life like you
Now I'm done
Now I know
Now I realize I've only managed to look more like you
More like you
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Writer(s): Christophe Filippi
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