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This is my cell, this is my hell, my prison labour they sell This slavery, this captivity fuels the economy cut labour costs, prevent profit loss. we are products to be bought I am voiceless, have you forgotten us? and how illegal this is? I am deemed a threat, society's reject ripe for prison industrial complex They privatize, destroy our lives. Is this slavery or genocide? These three strikes, these three lies poverty made us desperate to survive It wasn't a violent crime, I did my time Now they force us to work for dimes I want to break these prison walls I wait for the day that they fall I want to break these prison walls I wait for the empire to fall To die here, please shed a tear Millions enslaved and murdered each year These corporations, this sick nation (greed is) the reason of my incarceration Raise your voice, make an economic choice fright the masters who exploit I am voiceless, have you forgotten us? And how illegal this is? From Letras Mania