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Created on: July 21, 2009
Seems to amaze we are still slaves
Most of us working for minimum wage
How do they expect us to get paid?
Can't work for the man no more
You ask me that question
No, I wouldn't pay one cent for the person that is suppose to represent us
The people, who separates us as equals
There minds need to evolve, get out of the mid evil
Hercules is dead, there is just vest with lead
Red dots, gun shots, streets filled with blood shed
How much more are we going to take before we let the system break our minds?
With most of the education taught with lies
From B.C., A.D., I hope the people hear me
I am talking to the
Everyday People
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