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Sweat on my shirt
Sweat on my shirt, blood on my sleeves
working with dirt all day, pants torn on the knees
All day in the heat, 34 celcius degrees
Trying to feed my seed and pay their fees
And these companies don't pay bonuses
but they send millions to investors overseas
and they got a black man to oversee
To make sure that we really are working indeed
A puppet negro to safeguard their property
Ensuring the flow of production orderly
the fool thinks he is being treated specially
not knowing he has been enslaved mentally
he believes he's in the major leagues
but his position is among the studs of the boots of a referee
Meaning you don't play a part
You are just a body without a heart
lifeless
you are a mindless
autobot with an identity crisis
But it's the first you gotta pay that bill
Time to bump the cheese up I know how you feel
You have to choke a dollar
So proudly we wear our financial slave collars
working with dirt all day, pants torn on the knees
All day in the heat, 34 celcius degrees
Trying to feed my seed and pay their fees
And these companies don't pay bonuses
but they send millions to investors overseas
and they got a black man to oversee
To make sure that we really are working indeed
A puppet negro to safeguard their property
Ensuring the flow of production orderly
the fool thinks he is being treated specially
not knowing he has been enslaved mentally
he believes he's in the major leagues
but his position is among the studs of the boots of a referee
Meaning you don't play a part
You are just a body without a heart
lifeless
you are a mindless
autobot with an identity crisis
But it's the first you gotta pay that bill
Time to bump the cheese up I know how you feel
You have to choke a dollar
So proudly we wear our financial slave collars
Published 4th May 2014
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