I feel injustice
'Coz
Of your weakness they benefit
You don't react
Too busy with your own survival

Your body's marked
Your face so wrinkled
Working since your
Youth, treated as a slave
Your body's marked
Your face so wrinkled
Treated as a slave

No more value in your hands
Your output has decreased
Your purpose was to sing
To become a Diva.

But your mind's tired
But wisdom will give you reason
You've only known misery
The slave will become great