If only you knew you are a slave worker
Doing the biddings of your task master.
In town, you are the lord,
Impress the less priviledge with your stipends
The women you discard like leaflets,
But on the field you are a mere labourer.
Painting, sweeping or scrubbing
You are a graduate,
But your boss is an illiterate
You come from a noble background
But you are ordered around by ex-cons.
Just because you are black and he is white
You take everything he says as right
Your brothers you treat like crap
Snitching just to kiss some ass.
The white insults you to your face,
But you smile cos the money has the final say.
Rig worker, rig worker
I may tell you this but you are not bothered
How would you when the money feeds your father, mother and brother.
You think you have won the rat race
But you are still a rat
Cos only rats win the rat race