Corn Beef Hash

I'm not corn beef hash
I'm not going to label myself
I didn't just come off the assembly line
Some of our ingredients may be the same
But we're not similar in production
I'm true Beef, a steer to be exact
We may be similar in function
But what we both gained
Makes us differently refined
The elements we were dealt
Places on a different shelf
We're both bought, cash
And when us they try to define
Into the same category again
We fight for disconnection
From different shelves to the same dish passed.
In reflection,
We knew we'd become friends
Down the assembly line
Together we meld
Released from privilege's ass.

Different sections we were placed
Differences we embraced
No matter the same or different mold
We all end up in the same toilet bowl