That Damned Divide!

A working class boy,
raised in a working class scheme.
Here's one thing it seems to me,
to be the main theme.
If that's your roots,
you'll always be deemed,
one of the unclean.
Class divide,
still oh so so wide.
No matter what you do,
try harder than they can conceive,
get educated, get employed.
They'll still look down upon you!
Half a decade dedicated,
to university and preparation.
In those elitist eyes,
your nothing but scum.
Looked upon with derision,
this thing's called "class division"!
Deeply embedded in this nations tradition.
Have the cash,
big house and fancy car.
Believe me, your worlds still so afar!
A working class boy'
raised in a scheme,
survival was our main theme.
Raised with respect, dignity and honour,
for everyones mother,
driven into us by our elders.
Still i sit here dreaming a dream,
of a life better for everyone,
even us unclean.
STOP!
Reality bites!
Derision, degradation and blatant despise,
is still here,
and on the rise!
A different breed,
a species apart,
Class Division,
sets the decisions!
Metaphorically spat at.
All i have to say,
is i am just little simple me,
shove your money,
your house,
and big fancy car,
shove the degree!
It's your right to disagree,
as is mine to live my life free,
of discrimination.
Discrimination which pervades this nation.
That old enemy,
class division,
is here on the rise! Alive and fucking kicking!