I feel injustice
'Coz
Of your weakness they benefit
You don't react
Too busy with your own survival
'Coz
Of your weakness they benefit
You don't react
Too busy with your own survival
Your body's marked
Your face so wrinkled
Working since your
Youth, treated as a slave
Your body's marked
Your face so wrinkled
Treated as a slave
No more value in your hands
Your output has decreased
Your purpose was to sing
To become a Diva.
But your mind's tired
But wisdom will give you reason
You've only known misery
The slave will become great
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