The Irony of Gil Scott Heron

My sister work three slave jobs
While moguls play in space
Her children’s futures getting robbed
While moguls play in space

Folk go hungry in America
While moguls play in space
Gun toting hysteria
While moguls play in space

Seniors can’t afford they meds
Struggling/ can’t get ahead
Feasting on the filth they fed
Full of hate and toxic dread

Generations got no hope
Nation chokes on lynching ropes
Chaos fervor moguls stoke
While sister slaves to not go broke

My sister work three slave jobs
While moguls play in space
Her children’s futures getting robbed
While moguls play in space
Nation rots from deep inside
While moguls play in space
They plan to go to Mars to hide
Moguls play in space
When huemans start to freedom ride
Moguls play in space
Rainbow rebels turn the tide
While moguls play in space
Revolution of the wise
While moguls play
In space

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