Free...

My morals are gone out the door, 

My Screams like a fucked up whxxxe, 

There is no day I see, 

The night I work for bang bed indeed, 

The clock is my pxxp; as time goes, 

He never dies, tell me worth no more, 

A middle-class worker I am, 

Working to be free from clock pen

But my legs are stuck in sinking sands

Thou the hard work: but there are no feet grounded, 

 So from within, I scream; I need to fulfill my dream, 

To make money work for me,

So when I sleep I earn money cream

Hoping one day I would have all, 

The yacht, the castles, and the waterfall, 

Fulfill my wish to the playboy mansion, 

Quadrupled the money at Ceasar's Palace, in action, 

But just then transport calls, 

Chimes of clock dictate me and my balls

When can I be free, freedom, just freedom, 

From everything, just freedom for me...