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
Copyright © A M | Year Posted 2010
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