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Mind of a Capitalist


Need to get rid of it

Check the price tag on your nikey shoe

thats 10% of it

embeded in their daily dues, bet you dont have a clue

 

Establish something that could keep them down

Hope your not confounded

while they tell them not to frown

In queues for daily meals when crowded

 

Are they money hungry or they seem to have forgotten

That they have fallen victim

To the illusions of wealth, that makes them seem rotten

If ever to the clan of victims

 

Guess we all in the pursuit of money

Yet we never care, get the picture?

Yet we'll say it dont matter honey

Or it dont matter mister

 

But we just pray you're not the one

At the end of the sword.........

Or gun

 

 

 

 

 

 

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