Was a beautiful day, upon my arising
  sun shining, temperature rising by the min.
  got dressed , rushing as usual
       eerie feeling started draining 
   any positive thoughts I could have
  knew I'd have to work hard to make that dollar bill
  The boss was always looking over my shoulder
       telling me what to do
  No need for me to count my dollars
  always knew what i was to earn
  Miss one day, lose lots of dollars
  work all week,  skip lunch 
          more money.
  Why was I chosen to living like this
  Why was I chosen to work a job
     that even though I work long hours
  I still am penniless
    is it the color of my skin
            Black!
  my level of education
      my skills.
   My environment
   colorless, but full of dreams
     dreams that disappear
   Everyday when I get on that train
    I start to count my pennies
        but in my mind.
  Listen to you tell me what to do
      All day 
     or  threats of a pink slip saying,
          you're fired
    My life full of dreams
           but
     colorless dreams