“Money symbolizes power, feels like linen but smells artificial.”
March Marching Marshal law
Running rampant roaming by your door
We drink because alcohol is the only pain killer we can afford
With the little cents we make from slaving hard
We argue about our mutual enemy under the influence,
While paying back our cents in the name of monetary Governance.
March Marching Marshal law
Running rampant roaming by your door
We pay again in the name of electricity and water,
While paying representation which leads us like lambs to the slaughter.
We steal from our employer because minimum wage is not enough
To buy the products we make with the little cents gained from a late knock off.
When these products break, we buy more
Until we have so many we don’t know what we purchased them for.
March Marching Marshal law
Running rampant roaming by your door
Our skin color is used to make us despise one another
When in actual fact we need each other to make this situation better.
Our children pay with their lives from a young age
As they’re taught to exploit page by page
We pay by being imprisoned for feeding our families
We pay for jewelry ripped from the wombs of our fellow mans countries.
March Marching Marshal law
Running rampant roaming by your door
We work the land but still can’t afford.
When taking matters into our own hand, the man in brown are summoned.
Life was simple now its co- orporated and complicated
Motivated to live for making money
Where this money ends up, is a dramatic irony
March Marching Marshal law
Running rampant roaming by your door
I don’t care what you think of me
Because of my skin
We are brothers of the same struggle, you and me
Within the same system.
