Never give up, just life up, Fed upon America, WE be spittin it up For those hunting for 9 to 5's through factory locks, Are now hunted on this modern day auction block, Quicker than fed ex to cash tha companies checks. While NAMELESS cold millions are gaspin for air, Lie all around us, In this world of dispare. Those naked and wage less, Now scream within their cages! They make you do your stuff just to get a share! Who got the power? This be my question That Mass of the few In this Torn Nation???
Reason for writing:
4 years ago, walking downtown Toronto, viewed all the people who were poor, hungry, then walked around the corner and it was differnet. It was a world in which poverty didn't exisit. Just people in the luxuary cars, and suits marching around like robots.
Birth sign: Taurus
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