Unnecessary Chains
driving home
another late shift
work long hours just
to make dues
when the money I received
gets paid back to you.
lurking in the shadows
a man that has no soul
looking for ways to make
them like him more
his face is fresh I speak the truth
but justice isn't there...
all he cares is bonuses they set for him
to slayer.
corruptness lies where there is debt
and in our debt lies chains
the ones who say we're free are lame to think
its not a game.
a joke, lies go up in smoke
as he goes home, with his bonus, alone.
wishing his dick was a little bigger.
wishing the white girl loved him as much as she loves
the man he took away.
Unnecessary Chains.
Unnecessary Chains.
his fresh robotic face
a disgust to the human race.
Copyright © Amy Kramer | Year Posted 2013
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