At a point of introspection,
Reviewing all of my mistakes
Seeing the twisted connection
and the lack of any escape
A slave to the system since birth,
my shackles are made of paper
But the paper comes from the earth
Why do I feel so in danger
Yes, I made a costly blunder
Freedom comes from self-exertion
Regardless, they will plunder
Due to their greedy perversion
Even when debt is fully paid,
All my hard-work will be for naught
For all the money that I’d made,
Will only make me rich in thought
We’re all living payday to payday
To pay for the past or hereafter
Never fully living today
Kneel to the dollar, your master