They pay us to be poor, categorize us in work,
to make us look at one another like dirt.
Nough of us don't even know pant from skirt
but I know what I'm worth
I'm a human being, my heart is pure and clean.
Who tell them say to turn me off the seen.
True nough a them eat pork and beans,
that's why they be acting so mean.
True you're earning a dollar, I'm earning a quarter, that's
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