• Others 25.07.2007

    I’m workin’ like a slave;
    A sittin’ on a gold mine.
    It’s but a faint yell away,
    For this sad life of mine.

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    I’m working like a slave;
    A sittin’ on a gold mine.
    It’s but a faint yell away,
    For this sad life of mine.

    Scraping thru this mean,
    I found my pot of hopin’.
    The way I look at things,
    With my eyes wide open.

    Slavin’ for wrong things;
    A wishin’ upon the stars.
    Yellin’ that life will bring
    Luxury with fancy cars.

    Gold is not in the bank,
    For rich folks to steal.
    Fools can’t pull a prank,
    That take what is real.

    Things look different;
    My senses are awake.
    Hopin’ is not ignorant;
    I finally get my break.

    I’m working hard to be
    A man of golden ease.
    My taskmaster can see,
    Slavery is just a breeze.

    The man with a dream,
    Can thrive like a king.
    This awful filthy mean,
    Is prettier when I sing.
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    Posted by Lee Mahana @ 5:48 PM

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