Slave To A Trade

in life all i seem to do is work work work, a slave to a trade, i find it kind of obsurd.
we dont deserve to be treated like slaves, its a viscious circle in terms, were living in dark days.

up in the morning, yawning, still tired from the day before.
another hard days work is all i know that lies in store.
no choice, got a kid need money, i dont wanna hear her voice screaming her tummy is hungry.

everyday struggle trapped in this bubble of corruption, hard to make it through the day, its a job alone to be able to function.
goverments fucking us up, i dont understand, why do they have such evil intentions planned
millions starving an crammed.

in a world designed to work an grind, harder and harder each day its blowing my mind.
i hope to find an easier way one day, alls i can do is pray, we need change not to be treated like full blown slaves.