The Way of Pay

      The Way of Pay

I am tired I beat I still need to complete
The challenges are hard, I feel I'm behind bars. 
With the conditions I’m in, this feels like a sin. 
I work so hard never enough to gain the touch and buy new things, succeed in life why oh why am I so out of touch?

History repeats over again without a trace,
Why is garment so out of place? The conditions and pay why would I stay? 
This feeling erupts never before, I need to leave this place and fight a war. 
A war for others to follow, leaving a path for the young and the sorrow.

Nobody knows the work we face as we work without a trace. 
Barley getting by again and again. 
Owners taking our work and shove it down the drain. 
Why did I choose this place?

Is it a game they play where their workers can seize the day? 
Taking our pay for the hours we work never to get a drop or a squirt. We are now upon the news for how much we wait, wait for our pay, and wait for the day.