Take our money Take our gold Fool us again Its getting old Tell us a lie Increase your wealth Cant afford much here In bad health Fuel prices too high Cigarettes not cheap Taxes and bills I just cant sleep Something has to give Someones got to go We have poor living And nothing to show You eat your caviar While we eat our broth We sleep in the gutters While you watch us rot A time will come When your empire will fall And we will be there To reclaim it all
this is just like rap man....powerful and raw...a voice from the street shouting up to the penthouse up on Wall Street...I like it ..man.....you are unbelievably talanted.....welcome to the Corner....
rapturecapturekerry, Kerry IrelandJan 28, 2013
Hi there was just browsing and came across your poem Nice read... strong words... loved the title.
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Nice read... strong words... loved the title.