Alarm ringing
Oh my fucking god man, ahhh. fucking serious
Jesus Christ, man. already?
Man, time flies like a motherfucker.
Rise and shine!
Yet another day to toss away
What does my clock display?
It says eight
Shit, Im late for work again, so then
I dip with my pad and my pen
Step into the work place with my work face
Wince at my time card cuz Im scarred
Mad cuz I sacrifice my day and gets me
A trifling hourly wage of six fifty, nifty
Now Im off to slave quarters
With a whole bunch of other peoples sons and daughters
Working so they can be mothers and fathers
Laboring real hard, hoping the boss offers
More petty cash to his bums and paupers
Kissing his ass cuz they hoping they prosper
Heres the math
You work a thirty a day, away
The government takes a thirty a check, correct
You go home and drink cuz you dont get
An ounce of respect, and your spirit is wrecked
Life is a gift to be enjoyed, every second every minute
Its temporary, not infinite
Yet I find myself looking at the clock
Hoping for the day to fly by, so I ask myself Why?
Im doing this remedial work for second graders
Im an educator with mega-flavor, so
Maybe I should just jump up and get ill
Maybe I should let these people know theyre being killed
Maybe I should try my very best to chill, and get paid
Cuz I gotta pay bills, raa!
Excuse me brother, can you please stop making that noise
So I can talk? Thank you. Now the boss says he wants you to come up
With more copies of these checks, and the last thing he wants is you to
Move the desk to the basement, and can I have this stapler?
Hey there champ, big boss man says you been late
3 days in a row, better sharpen up
Aw, this fucking place sucks – same shit everyday
Like to wring the boss neck though, if only dreams could come true
Dead boss, somebody call Red Cross
I guess he got caught up in my mental holocaust
How much did it cost?
Just a little piece of my mind for peace of mind
But hes bleeding!
Oh no, leave him. Hell be fine
Hell heal on his own
If you just give him some time
Considering the fact that his face is misaligned
His legs are over there lying right next to his spine
Lunchtime! Huh? Oh, Jesus, must have been daydreaming
My boss walks by, hes looking just like an asshole
Smiling because he jerks niggas for minimum cash flow
Hes cool to my face but I swear I heard him laugh though
Tickled by the fact that Im the modern day Sambo
And just when I think that Im about to go Rambo
I call up my man and he says he understands, yo
We all are being murdered by a similar process
Whether you work at the candy store
Or slave at the office
The purpose of our life is just to serve the economy
They misinform our minds to paint a picture of harmony
But if you listen then you know that shits out of tune
Cuz the function of our life is just to work and consume
Fuck reaching out to help the next, there aint any room
Just close your eyes and block your ears and march to your doom
But since I really aint getting paid for my time
I pulled out my pen and started writing a rhyme
Cant you see that Im busy, jerk?
Dont you dare approach me with busy work
Take another step and get hurt
By the man that embodies mad years of anger
A cool bro, soon to be the Boston Strangler
Everything inside of me is about to erupt
Cuz a righteous individual just likes to corrupt
I knew hed lock me up if I started a brawl
So I deaden, and I punch the clock the fuck off the wall
Yea thats right motherfucker
You cant keep underpaying people and mistreating them all the time
Thats gonna resort to crime.
As a matter of fact, you know what?
Faks, yo cut this motherfucker, man.
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