i sweat and sew like a hoe
all day and all night
the whole world knows
but who will make it right
it'd make more sense,
if boss had a conscience
stop paying us pence
showed us some dead presidents
my feelings irrelevent
hard works for my development
this shops got me sweating blocks
but i stop, i get the chop
gotta thread till i drop
and even then i won't stop
i thread in my sleep
nightmares making my own sheets
stitchin ticks, on some pricks kicks
till my fingers get weak
ima slave, i can't leave
or i'll be eating leaves,
and stealin fruit
this job is all i got
if not i'll rob and loot
i gotta feed the fam, you feel
or maybe my baby misses a meal
i wish this shit i spit WAS unreal
-but its my everyday
i make a million appeals
-everyone turns away
what more can i say?
im sick of this shit
but i cant quit
-at least till im rich
one day i'll find a fedded bitch
and marry me a money chick
cos im fed up of this fucking shit
i hope that happens quick
cos if i find me a full clip
i'd grab the trigga and pull it
eat me bullet
but who'd feed my baby?
im crazy, cooped up
started to grow my own haze
i slang it to the money men
they take it home to blaze
now i can buy an onion
mixed wit spam, lasts days
delicacy for me
and my family of 3,
mini me's,
my son's working now
10, look at him plough
im a slave working to the grave
i barely get paid
its hard to stay brave
when its a future you crave
show a lil love
a lil hope to above
pray for wings of a dove
so i can fly away
cos i quit praying for better days
i wish there was a better way
but i guess theres not
i hate my job
-works hard and its hot
sweat shop slave's what it should say on my grave
nike factorys owned me,
-a modern day slave

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