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Work until you die I feel jipped
Half my life gone this can’t be it
Older now but still catch flack
Understand more but it’s all kind of wack
I pictured a future of peace, flying cars, and other amazing stuff
But all we got was cell phones, Netflix, and Donald Trump
Don’t get me wrong life could be worse
I’ve got a home, food, and my health, but still feel cursed
Like all the ideas that we were taught to believe
Were all really just a con and designed to deceive
The great American Dream
Was/is a drug and I’m just a feign
Slaves and Native Americans were beaten and killed
So that America could till, drill, and steal
Its way to a profit so vast
That 200 plus years later the privileged mass
Have so much power and land
That even gifted black people find it difficult to understand
How despite their best efforts to advance
And make millions with a ball, voice, or dance
They are still bought, sold and owned (fantasy Football, endorsements, and contracts)
