[Candy]

youth of the nation
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We reach for the star's arrested on our own
seek solitude in even the most simplest of tones
pulse out hot air like its a trending stare down
huff and puff with eyes on the ground for coins and crowns
our pockets filled with the truths of ancient cries
from in out confessional booths to diaries
the words fall on fallen tongues of lies golden
holding ourselves tight with police tape of olden
our dad rents not own the wood that fires the home
our mum grows the beans that are flicked in the stove
my siblings follow donate but are little less pure
i have a pet i pat but its hair is malting
my shoulders stretched out with hands worth folding
the stripped yellow and black paint tears
from the fence around the school that my bro shares
he wears my hand me downs for funds we lack
his lungs collapsed so his pump stays in backpack
one day he was late to class when im grabbed
the teacher thought i was him then bent and smacked
as i reach with the mud on my palms with soot
yelp "i may be troubled but yourea flat foot"