Minimum Wage $


land of the free,home of the brave

laws force us to behave, the government puts us in a cage

prospectives in projects makes the world hard to digest.

Even when I try my best, you cannot let my flaws lay to rest

our mentality reflects on our reality.  


Even if you can breath easy, life will not be easy, 

Believe me....

Because the land isn't free and neither are we.

You have to be brave, and work like a slave

to get out of a tax bracket that falls under a minimum wage.


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