Slave Mill

What you want and what you will Working for your dollar bill Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Walking home, ah you gets killed Police free to shoot at will Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Nine to five you know the drill Weekends are a shawty thrill Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Come put it on over till it spill Take until they've had their fill Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Some of us think we're too big Got a system gives us jobs Even though it's just a low paying game Some of us will boast and brag And those of us who think we're small Just because we don't have much That's really not the case at all There's riches that the flesh can't touch Some of us won't respect names Some of us don't respect loves Some of us don't respect life Even though we worship God And some of us won't let go of faith No matter what the price may cost Some of us wan' practice hate But I will still believe in love What you want and what you will Working for a dollar bill Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Walking home, a child gets killed Neighbours free to shoot at will Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Nine to five, we know the drill Weekends duch a short-lived thrill Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Come put it on over till it spill Take until they've had their fill Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Most of us think we're too good Just because material gain If we were living as we should Then less of us would be in pain Those who are misunderstood Still deserve a voice to claim The things that are still meaningful To each and all of us the same And some will say the cups are full And give your thumbs on what we've gained And some will say there's much more weight to pull And then we tell you that straight up and plain And some will think outside the box While some of us will hold our lanes And some of us we write the facts While some of us just don't care What men want and what they will Working for a dollar bill Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Walking home, a child gets killed Police free to shoot at will Hurts to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Nine to five you uknow the drill Weekends are a short-lived thrill I can see the old slave mill Is grinding slow but grinding still Come put it on over till it spill Take until they've had their fill Sad to see the old slave mill Is grinding slow, but grinding still Is grinding slow, but grinding still Is grinding slow, but grinding still Is grinding slow, but grinding still Is grinding slow, but grinding still Is grinding slow, but grinding still Is grinding slow, but grinding still Is grinding slow, but grinding still