The System
Blinded by wealth
Corrupted by poverty
A slave I am
They assured me
I would be free
Brought at a price
Given my rights
Kept on a chain
Still trying to make small change.
Everything I earn is monitored and tax
A slave I am
A product of working class
Can't get no ease
Salary still on freeze
God help me please
This nonsense have me displease
The government need to cease.
People ain't please
I have to pay fees
Can't even afford a slice of cheese
I look like I have a disease
Stop this tease
Poverty have me uneasy.
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