when i wake up i thank God im not bankrupt
because i've got a day job
im in top shape plus there aint any way a pay cut
but i'd take off to say what's
much on my brain than stay "cuffed"
caught in the bait to the Government's plays
locked in a cage and not talkin bout my strains
when i wanna just drain all of my pain stuck
which bottles, my veins bubble with rage
am i gonna get change, my fun's at the stage
and the month they call May, my age of
22 does suddenly fade, somebody can save us
the trouble, im one who is brave
yet also a slave with struggle displayed but
still my hunger remains, fill my stomache the same
as would the others huntin their prey then i shouldnt complain