Speculating rats
enslave us with their stats
trying to force us what to do
sounds stupid but it´s true.
Only pitching so we´ll buy
trying to get all ours before we die.
Even from our death,
even from our last breath,
they´ll take their share
cause they don´t care.
The top ten of those
own 400.000.000.000 Dollars
the rest gets a bloody nose
if they won´t put on their shakles and iron collars.
We are slaves
until we die
where are those "Braves"?
I wanna cry.
How can they say that they love their children,
when they let so many parents die,
I guess their empathy,
like most that leaves their stinkin´ mouths,
is just another lie.
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