Child Labor

Why are we as people so selfish Whips, money , a divine life is what we relish You gotta have the flyest gear even you can see a young girls pelvis Police squeeze pellets At young children who try to be rebellious Scared of the consequences Not enough food to develop common sense Or even wonder why they workin for cents Mind filled with fear Bodies look like dead ones in caskets for ten years Smellin of the foulest scent Because they sleep in their own excrement Head bruises with massive dents All this tragedy so we can be content Funny part is we all the know the percent Of kids put through this torment We suppose to be the country of equality and freedom Kinda ironic that it happens here in the deep slums What liars have we become We so evil we act like we missed Probably should be killed for writin the missive But who knows you probably won’t stress it Tag on the back of your shirt has a message