Either tax us as rebels, we will not deny, we are, but tell me how not to rebel in the face of so much injustice? Always try to fit in the system but want to resist, there are threats of drugs, prostitution and many other things to bring us down but we stand, in a society that is often unfair to us.
Economic problems also affect us; reaches a certain hour (I now see that more and more soon) that we must look for a job, earn an income, so maybe one day I can have a better future, who knows arrive at university unable to maintain therein, and graduated, so being able to escape the misery that hits this country.
But in the world of work, are excluded, ignored. When we got a 'Tramp', we do not have senior positions, or average, only low or lower than those, we are pawns of factories, cheap labor, heavy labor in the middle of rush capital. We are not valued, if I do not want twenty wanting my place. That's a shame, every end of the day when I get home I'm tired of a stressful day and heavy, I'm devastated, and as I think and study, because I have to return home late at night and the next day early in the morning I will have to go to work, and not to speak when it arrives later this month, the salary will win ... At least the minimum wage is that I get to work and be exploited, and I wonder, and dream of studying? How?
I return home late in the day tired, desolate, with many bills to pay. Step in front of the windows and that new shoes will have to wait, and also that nice jeans. My friends are at a bar table and there I was, wanting to stay but I can not, I have no 'dick' for a can of bait take. I come home, take a shower, sit in front of the television and what I see? Disasters, kidnappings, corruption, and there I was sitting watching television, dreaming of one day to improve my life when I am interrupted by a cry from my mother who says, "... boy! It's late, go to sleep tomorrow soon you are going to wake up for work. " Can not wait to take a break, to wake up later, play football and be able to give some bands with friends, because on Sunday and the next holiday I have to work, those days are already over for me a day's work, and end of the month, there is a difference of overtime that I worked.
It's cruel, cruel life of a young man who has to work. That has to change.
Economic problems also affect us; reaches a certain hour (I now see that more and more soon) that we must look for a job, earn an income, so maybe one day I can have a better future, who knows arrive at university unable to maintain therein, and graduated, so being able to escape the misery that hits this country.
But in the world of work, are excluded, ignored. When we got a 'Tramp', we do not have senior positions, or average, only low or lower than those, we are pawns of factories, cheap labor, heavy labor in the middle of rush capital. We are not valued, if I do not want twenty wanting my place. That's a shame, every end of the day when I get home I'm tired of a stressful day and heavy, I'm devastated, and as I think and study, because I have to return home late at night and the next day early in the morning I will have to go to work, and not to speak when it arrives later this month, the salary will win ... At least the minimum wage is that I get to work and be exploited, and I wonder, and dream of studying? How?
I return home late in the day tired, desolate, with many bills to pay. Step in front of the windows and that new shoes will have to wait, and also that nice jeans. My friends are at a bar table and there I was, wanting to stay but I can not, I have no 'dick' for a can of bait take. I come home, take a shower, sit in front of the television and what I see? Disasters, kidnappings, corruption, and there I was sitting watching television, dreaming of one day to improve my life when I am interrupted by a cry from my mother who says, "... boy! It's late, go to sleep tomorrow soon you are going to wake up for work. " Can not wait to take a break, to wake up later, play football and be able to give some bands with friends, because on Sunday and the next holiday I have to work, those days are already over for me a day's work, and end of the month, there is a difference of overtime that I worked.
It's cruel, cruel life of a young man who has to work. That has to change.
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