Peasantville
Welcome to Peasantville:
Global capitol of the poor
It’s easy to get there,
but so hard to leave
It got no planes,
it got no trains
Got no ships,
got few automobiles
Peasantville:
Poverty prison of the poor
Once you get indebted locked in,
you’re likely not getting out no more
Peasantville ain’t a pretty place;
tourists don’t show any pictures to your children,
or they will start having nightmares
Seeing human lions, tigers and bears
Peasantville is a stone-cold concrete jungle:
Refugee capitol of the poor
Everybody has passed by Peasantville
somewhere in this world before
Peasantville is always moving place to place
overnight everyday
Only thing that don’t change
is the population keeps growing always
Peasantville:
Homeless capitol of the poor
Anybody who has escaped out of poverty,
say they ain’t ever coming back to
Peasantville no more
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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