Nothing Worse...
This is when your jaw drops,
You've finally seen the agony of a man that serves another for scraps,
Builds a family from the ground up and still can't see the light,
Que tienen miedo de la soga y de morir
Pero de llegar aqui pueden proclamarcen muerto.
Dehumanize the servant and take away the dream,
Oh press, oppress them and give them the title of enemy.
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