Modern Slaves on Two Wheels

I crossed the sea on a nut shell ship
Escaping from war and misery
I tried to apply as a refugee
But I need a job to remain here
In my Country I earned a degree in medicine
They could need a doctor, I'll be on the scene
I called every hospital, but all was in vain
I only found a food delivery chain
I need money to live, what else could I do?
I had to say yes, and thanking them too

I bought an old bike, they don't give me one
Just a box for the food and a wonderful app
Any time my phone rings I must hurry on
Rush to pick up the food and deliver it hot
Whichever the weather, I'm off, on the road
Sun rain and snow they all see me go
And when the night comes and the app becomes quiet
It's time to go home, I jump on a train
I'm not the only one who boards with a bike
Our skin is dark, we bring food to the whites
The Company enriches, we do get the crumbs
We're modern slaves on two wheels

I live in a flat with five other guys
We share two small bedrooms
Without any contract, just on a handshake
Our landlord is earning black money from blacks
But he is respected, the same is not for us
Cause we do the jobs the respected don't like
We're kept at the margins, no way to improve
We're modern slaves on two wheels

I escaped from the war
Aimin' to improve my life
But I only became
A modern slave on two wheels