SLAVE

We are slaves to the dollar bill.
There is no life with it, and there is no life without.
I never used to wonder what it'd be like without,
And always took for granted every dollar in my account.

I am a slave to the dollar bill.
This fucking piece of shit paper that entitles me to something.
I can't leave it at home. I need it to breathe.
I need it for the clothes that cover the physical me.
Greed is our will, and the more dollar bills the better.
We are judged.
I am judged.
My character is judged by my ability to make a fucking dollar.
I am a failure if I don't make enough.
I am scum if I don't make any.

Well guess what?
I don't make any.
I was treated like shit and left The Man.
So I am scum
And I am a loser
And I am a failure
For the inability to see it through
And I am an idiot
And I am nothing
Because now I have nothing
When before I at least had shit.

I am a slave to this disgusting world.
A world I am ashamed to live in
A world I am sickened to breathe in
The dream is the grind,
But I am behind.
With nothing to show for my menial life,
Except years of age from work and strife,
Nothing to give,
So why do I live,
In a life so unfulfilled,
Where I am a slave to the dollar bill.