Nepotism

Yo, we in a game where the rules ain't fair,

Climbing the ladder, but who's really there?

Got the last name shining like it's gold,

While the rest of us grind, feeling frozen, feeling cold.

They got connections, we just got dreams,

While the privileged sip on their silver-lined streams.

Boardrooms packed with the same old faces,

While the hungry hustlers left out in the spaces.

Nepotism, it's a cold hard truth,

Cash and connections, that's the name of the youth.

While we hustle and sweat, they just inherit the crown,