Where's my mule?
Matter fact where the 40 acres?
I'm half that and didn't even see 20
***
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.