**Slave to the Dollar**
Chained to the grind from dawn till night,  Chasing green that slips from sight.  Time traded for a paper dream,  But freedom’s lost in the machine.  
The dollar calls, we heed its cry,  Breaking our backs as life flies by.  A race we run but never win,  A cycle we’re forever in.  
We chase the wealth, but what’s the cost?  Our souls, our time, all seem lost.  For