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.