C.A.P.A.T.A.L.I.S.M
C.A.P.A.T.A.L.I.S.M
By: Jaelyn Joe’el Gipson
Money, money, money
That’s all they want from me
Money grows in factories
They aren’t produced in trees
The Trees, the trees, the trees
That’s where I want to be
We are trapped in a 9 to 5
When will we all be free
The System, system, system
IN-VIS-IBLE chains
I am a maid
You are a maid
Cuz “we are all the same”
Training, Training, Training
They train us like we’re dogs
You see it in our classrooms
They start when we are small
The System, system, system
The one we “can not break”
Was starting off in nature free
Just all one big mistake?
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