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Boss made a dollar
I made a dime
that was a poem
from a simpler time

Now the boss makes a thousand
and gives us a cent
while hes got employees
who cant pay rent

So when boss makes a million
nd the workers make jack
thats when we strike
and take our lives back

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  • Reminded me of Maggie's Farm, though originally it's Bob Dylan, I love Rage Against the Machine's version. I love the rage there.

    https://youtu.be/q3euAfNhuR4?si=R_fZq2F1L-tiUHcO

    I ain't gonna work on Maggie's Farm, no more
    No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's Farm, no more
    Well, I wake up in the morning, fold my hands, and pray for rain
    I got a head full of ideas, that are drivin' me insane

    It's a shame, the way she makes me
    Scrub the floor
    I ain't gonna work on, nah
    I ain't gonna work on Maggie's Farm, no more

    I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother, no more
    Nah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother, no more
    Well, he hands you a nickel, and he hands you a dime
    And he asks you with a grin, if you're havin' a good time

    Then he fines you every time
    You slam the door
    I ain't gonna work for, nah
    I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother, no more

    I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa, no more
    No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa, no more
    Well, he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks
    His bedroom window it is made out of bricks

    The National Guard
    Stands around his door
    I ain't gonna work for, nah
    I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa, no more

    I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma, no more
    No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma, no more
    Well, she talks to all the servants about man and God and law
    And everybody says, she's the brains behind pa

    She's 68, but she says she's 24
    I ain't gonna work for, nah
    I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma, no more

    I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm, no more
    No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm, no more
    Well, I try my best to be just like I am
    But everybody wants you to be just like them

    They sing while they slave
    And they just get bored
    I ain't gonna work on, nah
    I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm, no more