IT SUCKS

Nobody likes you when you're poor You're better off at war I want you in the dirt if you're hurt Or you're sick Work harder till you're rich Keep working till it sticks I need you to produce I don't need you to exist One day One day you'll be rich And you won't take no shit One day you'll be rich And praised for all those sins One day you'll be rich And it'll all make sense Day to day all the pain and the sweat Tell me what it really meant One day Freedom is driving your car to the pump Freedom is paying insurance every month Freedom is having a choice in your guns Freedom is knowing one of two teams won