We were all made for a purpose
Mine is to be the butt of your cruel jokes
and I have stopped struggling with destiny
I am now struggling to give you the best in me
God makes no mistakes the preacher insisted
Some are low, some are highly placed,
The teacher reviewed the caste system
People laugh at me for you, it's because your father is rich
My grandfather wore knickers too, like me
In public he couldn't speak
The cycle will cycle on, the circles securely bond
Grandma beat me till her strength was nearly gone
T'was how she knew to equip me, before her breath's eventually gone
I learnt with stripes, the reality
That only 3 people exist
Those that will forever be rich; The poor; Those that will forever be poor
I learnt with tears and whips
If one is wiser than I am, he mustn't be more foolish than I am
I see bewilderment on your face
It is not for you to perceive
It is instruction to a chosen few
Deep calleth unto the deep
