N.E.P.O.T.I.S.M.

In your job
In your school
They think that they're so special
They just live while clean their souls
You think you own me just to hold
Some lack a father present when they talk
Some just born with luck
That last name carries more
They're the girls, the boys
The daughters and the sons
The nephews and my unc
Their friends and dogs
N-E-E-P-O-T-I-S-M
I'm not your friend or want to be
Go fuck yourself, your crumbs, no need
Fuck your girls, your boys
Fuck your daughters, fuck your sons
Fuck your nephews and my unc
Fuck your dogs with golden tongues
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N-E-E-P-O-T-I-S-M
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