sweatshop
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We are trapped,
We are lost,
We need to get out,
But we do not know where we are,
We are slaves to the rich,
Lets get on the piss,
Lets charge the gates of gold,
Lets break te chains,
Sneakers, gym shoes, my father call them gymmies. Nikes, Jordans, Jays ; I love them
Its funny;
Slave to the beat of the sewing machine
Working here since thirteen
Eventually I will escape hell
Attire is all I smell
The black smog fills my lungs
Surroundings covered in dung
