Tiers Of The People

I look around and see the morning dew upon the grass
And even wonder if our planets created to last
I seen the social distancing even before the 'rona
I seen a young kids death when it comes to the class
I seen families who are still in debt
Same ones struggling to get they needs met
What's the difference between the rich and the poor
The rich die rich and the poor die cold
And I can't understand the different levels of society
And why the penniless ain't seen unless they got some notoriety
I get anxiety talking about the variance of lazy ass rich old men who ride in chariots
While peasants of the middle class be steady precarious
Cuz we working most our lives to help support our marriages
Then end up falling out just like some miscarriages
Don't make sense to me

They ask me who am I
They ask me why I'm tearful
They ask me why I cry
Cuz I can't remove the tiers of the people

I've had a lot of jobs so I can tell the truth
Twelve W2's and yeah I got the proof
So when I say the systems made up for people to lose
I understand there's outliars who be making moves
Minority talk, fast food business
They holding all of us back, that's why we in the kitchens
Paid less than all my friends in different professions
But yet we feed them on they breaks when they stomachs be itching
Do I have to mention that my niggas working real hours 12 hours straight
Just to make it to the pay day and lets say they getting paid 15
The company getting 150 thousand at least from you
So what's your value if you pushing 150 but only be getting 15 back
Them niggas ain't know the struggle they get they bread fast
While you be wasting time working for some little cash
I be thinking what the fuck going on
How the hell is there a billion dollar man but I been sleeping in my passenger seat
Turn the car on and wait to feel the heat on my feet
Tossing turning looking making sure nobody see me
I've thought a long time what the solution should be
Make a law saying once you hit a billi, raise employees wages by 1000%
Now them niggas getting paid so they can go and pay they rent and not resent the work place
I mean for god's sake, it's so simple
Embed it in your head like a damn dimple
And we never gone cross the line like a damn triple
Want to be smart not dumb when they calling us mental
This track is meant to get your train of thought moving
Understand your value so it generates some movement
Cuz niggas working 9-5s and they steady be clueless
That niggas at the bottom stay at the bottom, that's true shit

They ask me who am I
They ask me why I'm tearful
They ask me why I cry
Cuz I can't remove the tiers of the people