Modern day slavery

They say slavery has ceased to exist but it’s just made to be a cease and desist

They must pay a fee for you to not quit

They tell you what to be, what to hear and see

What to touch and how to feel

They give you a day or two to heal

If they need you they feed you like a dog

Work you and bleed you, you see fog

They fatigue you to make dimes out of you

Don’t you see through

 

I laid these rhymes to teach you

Not to fall for this escort full of escrows in this court

You don’t let go of yourself, that’s your best blow

You gotta know I flow to grow

I’m boutta draw a picture like Van Gogh

Give you lecture like Dr. Joe Thorne though

This flow reaches for your neuro and clings with claw

Hold the string for sure to not let you go

 

Out of yourself, your health, it wouldn’t make wealth

It’s just a stealth

I’ll give you a bonus

This metaphor of slavery is to leave you poor

And the enslaver would pay you a waiver

To stack some wafer on a shelf and paper on another

You’ll be a wager who can’t be happy and you’ll find out later

That I designed out a greater way for exploiting a major use of your brain

Which is being creative and not just a waiter

 

Isn’t better than the latter

I’ll stay for another week brother

My pocket is weak, I’ll tweak if I move away from this job

They’re holding me like a knob and I probably could open my mind

Man I’ll sob and honestly this is so ironically different than what I’ve thought I’d be

Damn I’m like an object who’s subjected to be creative

But it’s tempting to stay related to the easiest way that makes me money

And stay there if it pays the bills

 

I could climb the hills but the humanity in me it kills

But it still fills the pocket

I wanna be an artist, not another martyr in this war that’s the hardest

Choosing between comfortability and my sense of identity