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letra de 80c - joseph a benjamin

[verse 1: jab]
look
i’m here just sitting in my cube calculating my taxes
wondering who the heck ain’t banging the lapse
it’s just funny how the rich keep getting richer
the poor remain still poor and the middle cl-ss get the axe
we gotta pay for the man and pay for their plans
when ain’t nothing working out while we pray for a change
i’m tired of cutting corners just to live a life i want
while the system carries on to be society’s bane
tax deducted at source. we’re paying extra at the stores
while the big biz that run them are evading in crores. but of course
they’re working hand in glove with the government and are cleaving like a carnivore
at all the money that is mine and yours. them big dinosaurs
when we be struggling, avoiding hustling and saving money while they try and force
and make you and me pay-up for their big trips and diamond stones

[chorus: catherine claret harry]
i ‘m gonna rise above the tide
break free of all this stride
its a legion that i fight
and it won’t hold me where i was found

[verse2: jab]
see
i’m shifting houses every now and then, can’t afford my own
buy a ride, living large, everything is on a loan
saving up for down-payment on a 90 lakh crib
3bhk, on the top floor be where i wanna live
modular kitchen topped off with veneer
rooms replete with my globe-trotting souvenirs
while i’m fighting online for freedom in kashmir
i’m stuck here, paying emi for twenty years
a modern-day slave, sweating it night and day
to pay off debts with more than half of what i get paid
9-to-5ing then 7-to-11ing with breaks
in cubes looking like a maze, ain’t cool working holidays
i give to caesar what is due to him, i’m not the one who’s lootin him
i ain’t cribbing, what do i get for what i’m paying him?
them crony-capitalists, he’s entertaining ’em
the poor are just for propaganda, he’s just playing ’em

[chorus: catherine claret harry]
i ‘m gonna rise above the tide
break free of all this stride
its a legion that i fight
and it won’t hold me where i was found

i can’t bridge this distance between reason and reality
i’m a sheep in a wolf’s clothing fighting for my existence
i wait for my turn that justice will rise to meet me
but i’ll carry on, carry on, carry on

- joseph a benjamin

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