Material Conditions (The Working Class)
Manii
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Every day I sit and pray to God that we make it out Can't put my faith in the system, God come and save me now A slave to wages, I labor and bi-weekly they pay me now The weight of anxieties weighing down and it's crazy how The paper it placates, them pesos that we prayed about Stuck between the banks and the pavement, where the snakes abound Forced to make a choice between breaking backs as the safer route Or scraping up the grounds of the greater people who made it out Can't raise up a ruckus, can't fight back, can't even wait it out It's ingrained in the very nature of the game, gotta play it now Etched into the pages of Congress, every state and town The angers and frustrations of the nation, imma air it out Making paychecks just to pay rent, and not pay a house They making sure there's no way how, for you to make a route And no way out, that's the way they wanna maintain it now The grade-A wealthy elite class, they're the slavers now Time to face facts, even taxes can't face the gaping mouths Of hungry agents of power, even the state is bound To the almighty dollar, and who the ones with the spades and crowns? Surely not us, but who's the one that's paying now? The land of freedom and opportunity, it's a paper town To make it in this nation, you gotta pay up a great amount Even Azrael gotta pay up just to lay me down We used to be afraid of Satan, but we're all Satan now Raise the border walls and debt ceilings to build Satan's house Exalt false charlatans who claim they can pray him out Make the states pick which one of his worshippers will stay devout Only for Satan to slave for the same slaver now Sign away your name for an eight-hour shift that breaks you down With a half-hour break, ain't enough to assuage the hours I'm more aches and pains than a man lately now Almost eighty years of slave labor, gotta face it down Gotta take it now, no matter how much you complain and shout Facedown in the pillow, getting raped I said you'll take it now I said you'll take it now I said you'll take it now Shut the f*ck up and just accept it's what your place is now Now here we are, Liberty's bastard fucking baby's now And who's gonna fix this? Politicians? I'm laughin', breakin' out How much fucking anger can we take before we break and shout? 28 trillion and counting, there ain't no sane amount
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