Civil Conflict - Break the Mold

Made to be a certain way
Conditioned to believe that it can't change
Sitting in a classroom waiting to leave
Knowing it will be worse when I hit 18
Boss is on my back, can't get away
Treating me like a god damn slave
9 to 5 job, a sick man's dream
Is that all, that's just what it seems
Break the cycle, break the mold
Break the cycle, break the mold
See my misery others have been through
You don't even know what's in store for you
You get by in your little world
But our futures start to come
You trade your freedom for a pay
It ain't worth shit when our lives are at stake
How much longer can we cut
The branches of life that make us, us?
Break the cycle, break the mold
Break the cycle, break the mold

Written by:
Dorian Hill

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