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Clocked In...

Put On My Smock...

Checkin Out The Shipment

Overseeing Like Those Who Brought The Stock In

But This Aint Wall Street...

Cornered

Between A Rock and Where The Walls Meet.

Back Hurt and My Scabs Healin.

Bossman Brought Up Raises and Retracted It Since The Last Meetin

Power Trip...

Sad To See...

Cursin Lower Stature Workers Out

But The Man In That Office Laughs At You As Me

Tragic

Been On The Plantation So Long He Thinks He's Part of The Family...

Well...

Maybe Im Wrong....

I Should Be A Good Worker...

I Shouldnt Speculate So Much

I Might Upset The Balance Of Power If I Make More Than 8 An Hour

We's Free and Life Is Sweet

I Shouldnt Be Salty...Sour, Even

But With Every Hour...

Throwing and Heaving Tortured By Thoughts Like...

If Lincoln Gave and We Received Then...When The Hell Are We Leavin?

Shaking My Head At The Shades Of Brown That Cover This Room...

Unshackled To Produce...Free To Consume

I Wonder When The Lunch Break Is...