l am a captive.

l am held by chains of money, and whipped by bills.

bills, bills, bills.

I have worked for something that is not mine, because I suffer from being a captive.

I have fed everyone, but managed to starve at the end of the day.

All of these bills, bills, bills.

How can I escape?

I have fallen too deep.

At times l cry because, I'm just too damn broke.

Enslaved by the illusion that money is all I need.

I keep working because this is my life.  

I don't have time to have fun, or enjoy my youth. I have things to do. 

Money don't come from air.

But I manage to still breathe it in.

Captive. l shall remain. 

because

bills

bills

bills.