Letra Slave mill Damian Marley

Slave mill

What you want and what you will
Working for your dollar bill
Sad to see the old slave mill
Is grinding slow, but grinding still
Walking home, ah you gets killed
Police free to shoot at will
Sad to see the old slave mill
Is grinding slow, but grinding still
Nine to five you know the drill
Weekends are a shawty thrill
Sad to see the old slave mill
Is grinding slow, but grinding still
Come put it on over till it spill
Take until they've had their fill
Sad to see the old slave mill
Is grinding slow, but grinding still

Some of us think we're too big
Got a system, gives us jobs
Even though it's just a low paying game
Some of us will boast and brag
And those of us who think we're small
Just because we don't have muchThat's really not the case at all
There's riches that the flesh can't touch
Some of us won't respect names
Some of us don't respect loves
Some of us don't respect life
Even though we worship God
And some of us won't let go of faith
No matter what the price may cost
Some of us wan' practice hate
But I will still believe in love

What you want and what you will
Working for a dollar bill
Sad to see the old slave mill
Is grinding slow, but grinding still
Walking home, a child gets killed
Neighbours free to shoot at will
Hurts to see the old slave mill
Is grinding slow, but grinding still
Nine to five, we know the drill
Weekends such a short-lived thrill
Sad to see the old slave mill
Is grinding slow, but grinding still
Come run it over till it spill
Take until they've had their fill
Sad to see the old slave mill
Is grinding slow, but grinding still

Most of us think we're too good
Just because material gain
If we were living as we should
Then less of us would be in pain
Those who are misunderstood
Still deserve a voice to claim
The things that are still meaningful
To each and all of us the same
And some will say the cups are full
And give your thumbs on what we've gained
And some will say there's much more weight to pull
And then we tell you that straight up and plain
And some will think outside the box
While some of us will hold our lanes
And some of us we write the facts
While some of us just don't care

What men want and what they will
Working for a dollar bill
Sad to see the old slave mill
Is grinding slow, but grinding still
Walking home, a child gets killed
Police free to shoot at will
Hurts to see the old slave mill
Is grinding slow, but grinding still
Nine to five you know the drill
Weekends are a short-lived thrill
Sad to see the old slave mill
Is grinding slow but grinding still
Come run it over till it spill
Take until they've had their fill
Sad to see the old slave mill
Is grinding slow, but grinding still

Is grinding slow, but grinding still
Is grinding slow, but grinding still
Is grinding slow, but grinding still
Is grinding slow, but grinding still
Is grinding slow, but grinding still
Is grinding slow, but grinding still
Is grinding slow, but grinding still