Where's my mule?
Matter fact where the 40 acres?
                I'm half that and didn't even see 20
                                            W.T.F.
Am I invisible?
                Must be
                400 million, too many dead
                And they still can't see
                They couldn't survive without us
Lash, lift
               We only 12% now
               Lost in the crack
               The pinnacle of opposites
               Dark as night
               Being cast in ignorant light
               Losing our youth
Lash, push
               Every reason to fail
               Work opportunities scarce
               I think they forgot who paid
               We we're left to hang
               ***** of pain
               Destroyed with vain
Still we survive.