Search results for 'false labor'

whips, immigrants
False labor
No wages
Locked in cages
Treated like animals
Eddie, snatched from the homeland
Taught a new language
Burnt at the stakes

with an inhalator
Yo procreator just s**** in yo mother's incubator
Investagator and Interrogator but never no negotiator
Trail Vader on false data

thought was my savior
You sure make me do a whole lot of labor
The callous skin on my hands is cracking
If our love ends would that be a bad thing?

for ransom, they live in mansions, we're cockroaches to them
It's funny cuz we're cogs, spoils to the top, and we all get nothing
Labor is a hole, we

greed in Jesus' name
Anarchism, self-delusions
Victims leave with no solutions
Impositions, superstitions
Violence and contradictions
False pretense

You speak to me on your podium built
From surplus labor and blood you've spilt
And claim I'm in debt to
You
Commodify our fucking health
So you can

family
My provider, my deliverer

Smite those who had deny you
Curse those who are false

King, we live for your glory
All the labor gained under the sun

still tell us
Nobodies extortionate

Here's to all the ones that died
Branded heathens for false crimes
I'm sorry we've forgotten
All the fruits

Never had a doubt
Nor questioned your reason
Faith healers
False saviors
Betting on you to handle their labor
They'll wash their hands in your blood
You

I know that we can make it alive
But you stuck in a false paradise
I know that we can make it alive
But you stuck in a false paradise
Baby, would you

When I hear these rappers talkin'
I be feelin' nauseous
Out chea totin' pocket rockets
Duckin' false prophets
I play with caution on this territory

For many though, this birthplace 
Of the automobile and organized labor
Was seen as a promised land
For twenty-five years
Sudden Blacks migrated

This thing of ours, is a labor of love
We turn kings into cowards, cause their favor is up
The anti-villains from the tales in your books
Wrought

and uncomfortable conversations
Each of us cells peacefully raising our voices
Taking to the streets, and refusing to buy into false drama and lies
Gathering strength

Every day I sit and pray to God that we make it out
Can't put my faith in the system, God come and save me now
A slave to wages, I labor

following false Solomon
Obsessing over charlatans
A part of them sipping water from brooks and flipping oxygen
Rob and sin, burn economists' books and dodging

Being born in this
Country, you're above all of these false
Americans that I call immigrants
I understand that immigrants can become
Legal citizens in our

speculative and
False stories about arms for hostages
And alleged ransom payments, we did
Not, repeat, did not trade weapons
Or anything else for hostages, nor

If I give you my heart, will you return the favor
Why we working on this shit like its manual labor
I thought that love supposed to be easy like that

on the palm 
Of a scarred hand tortured by million of labors

Lines that seem they
They never meet they run in the sky
Where 
The stars don’t shine 
Anymore

is a show, not a movie
check my pocke_t
I am doing my best you know it, it included
check my past babe
Everyone wanna be false, I salute it
Maybe

of the week, what a job can do
Labor for six days, working out the obstacles
Get it together, then he told us rest on a Sabado

God gave Moses the commandments

a fraction
Supreme mathematics got me speaking in an accent
Written in hieroglyphs infused w passion
The fruits of my labor put food on my table
Put ya mind

Everything is getting worse

Unpaid labor of workers
who work so hard
Billionaires’ sluts Make cash today
For bigotry and betrayal

Detestable rules to obey