IRC-Galleria

ItÂ’s the contemporary form of slavery, they call it slave labour
But they donÂ’t prosecute them cuz itÂ’s how they make paper
When you rocking that fly shit thatÂ’s made in China
By an eight year old child tryna feed his mama
He exposed to contamination and disease
And only fifty-five percent of them will get degrees
And the women have to try to placate the boss
Because itÂ’s sex discrimination in the labour force
The slave master only let them speak in sign language
And theyÂ’re suffering from lung disease and eye damage
fourteen hour shifts, seven days a week
two shitty meals a day, very little sleep
Human life only worth three cents an hour
All human right laws loose sense of power
What did four hundred years in the grave passes?
Only the improved cleverness of slave masters.

Is life worth living if you living in hell?
When the mind is confined to a prisonerÂ’s cell?
And the lies they devise in the system that fail
But I expect the system to fail!

ItÂ’s one point six million people locked in jail
They do new slave labour force trapped in hell
They generate over a billion dollars worth to power
And only getting paid twenty cents an hour
They make cloths for McDonaldÂ’s and for Apple BeeÂ’s
And working fourteen hour shifts in prison factories
And while we sit around debating who the wack emcee is
They have to work when arthritic pain attack the knees
Slavery is not illegal, thatÂ’s a fucking lie!
It is illegal, unless itÂ’s for conviction of a crime
The main objective is to get you in your fucking prime.
And keep the prison full and not give you a fucking dime
But they the real criminal keeping you confined
For a petty crime but they give you two-to-nine
And ainÂ’t nobody there to protect ya
Except a bunch of incompetent human rights inspectors