Working Class Rap

I had a lot of nothing, but then I turned it into something
I worked too hard, too damn hard
To find a fine thing
I don’t identify with the identity police
Picking apart me to tell me it was nothing
No dont tell me what I went through, do you
Know the joys of a Christmas IOU
My character is not see through 
I wear on it on my shoulder everyday, and I find in the never ending tour and the never ending work
I don’t shirk it, I embrace it everyday
Plotting my next career move to defy logic and notions of what is true

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