while people in business suits laugh at me.

 

You see, because off of me,

they're making their salary.

 

To them, I'm not a human being.

I'm just a puppet and they're pulling my strings.

 

Or maybe I'm more like a machine,

programmed to carry out other people's commands,

fullfilling other people's dreams and plans.

 

All being from the blood and sweat of my hands,

breaking my back and my spirit,

until I can no longer stand...