Chained From Change Poem
There are more slaves on Earth and they’re living in rage Because we’re sickened to raise the flippin’ minimum wage People aren’t on benefits just for the hell of it The biggest welfare queens are actually celibate But they reproduce tax havens off shore This we allow and so much more So few and far between do we race to holler Greed is not human, despite the face on the dollar There are workers in sweatshops and livestock in pens But few care for this over ice, glocks & benzes The first shall be last in their race to the top But the thirst for more cash they will chase like a cop
