This is what was once fought for
Life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness
Now, we’ve come full circle in a revolving door
To allow politicians to push us to regress.
We’ve fought for our right to party
As citizens, we abide by the constitution
Now, the parties that have been elected
Are attempting to mandate indentured servitude, from denizens.
They hide behind the walls built in Trenton
And the high-powered capitalistic approach
Stripping away rights slow, one-by-one
I read about this same sort of scenario, before 1941.
Look all around you in this small garden state
A gold diggers haven does threaten this land
Us meager freelancers, truckers, and poets
Our taking it back from the tyrants at hand.
Its either that or we fail and become a poorly paid slave
The skills that once carried us we’ll take to the grave
So become an employee for retail, or worse
It doesn’t ever seem as if the fat-cats wallets will burst.