Vox Populi

I'se been working my ass all day in them government agencies in this here hot city and them only giving me this little to pay for food, rent and give them back the change in my grocery bill and utility. First, I can't sleep on your job but you sleeping with my money Using it to fill your belly, while I here contemplating what making salting and what go be food giving them prisoners three meals a day while I'se in the free, dying for hunger (poor me!) Personally, me thinks dem crusty hand, old niggas must board old trucks like my granny tell dem hol' on tight and truck dem offsite to work for dem food and a better life an' dont figet the shackles! Put 'em on three by three (modern slavery). Lest they go free. Professionally, I kibbain' ma mout' Make dem bun tax money Til dem get let out. An dis yere darn government- tolling our country's rusty, old bell- Off with their heads. sitting on the high chair we holding up (if we let go, dem go fall) tearing out dem dry eyes looking for more than them really deserve (slackness dis 'ere!) Might lose my job tomorrow really, I no care! cause what is the difference between poor and poor working class? when all day I'se been working off my ass Fi tit-bit more than bus fare!