Rick Green the Artist - Whips 'n' Chain

It's like regardless of whether You were born a Muslim
Or a Christian they all worship In your true religion now
Father release us from
These Shackles for we are good People who know no better
We forsake our
Forefathers misfortune
Whilst we fix our facade
And fantasize over
fashionable fabrics
We don't have to go
All the way to the Far East
To see if slave labour still exists
No sweatshop I kid not
My Georgia when I clock
We actually make ourselves Broke just to look rich
Whips and chains
Ghost writta

Written by:
A Samaria

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