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Alley Kat
21 century slave poem from cd
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Iâm a 21 century slave
Every prison is equip with a factory line
Itâs the masters plan the master mind
Make money off your time
My hands are raw and they smell like swine
But what do you care
Youâre just out there
You got fresh air
Wile im trapped in hell
Itâs just another day
I sit and I wait
Iâm trying to get paid
23 cents is the hourly wage
And a paid vacation to a rats cage
Or a rats nest
What ever noun seems to fit it best
You can fill in the rest
But protect your neck
Youâre caught between
A rock and a hard spot
Flickering lights of a cop car
Now your heart stops and youâre hauled off
To a fly jar