Rise and shine! Yet another day to toss away.
What does my clock display? It says eight.
Shit, I'm 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 cause I'm scarred, mad cause I sacrifice my day and it gets me a trifling hourly wage of six fifty, nifty.
Now I'm off to slave quarters with a whole bunch of other people's 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
Here's the math:
You work a third of your day away,
The government takes a third of your check, correct
You go home and drink cause you don't get an ounce of respect, and your spirit is wrecked.
Life is a gift to be enjoyed, every second every minute, it's temporary, not infinite.
Yet I find myself looking at the clock
hoping for the day to fly by, so I ask myself "Why?"
I'm doing this remedial work for second graders, I'm an educator with mega-flavor, so
Maybe I should just jump up and get ill
Maybe I should let these people know they're being killed
Maybe I should try my very best to chill, and get paid
Cause I gotta pay bills, raa!
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 he's bleeding!"
Oh no, leave him. He'll be fine
He'll 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, he's looking just like an asshole, smiling because he jerks niggas for minimum cash flow.
He's cool to my face but I swear I heard him laugh though, tickled by the fact that I'm the modern day Sambo.
And just when I think that I'm 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.
Cause the function of our life is just to work and consume, fuck reaching out to help the next, there ain't any room, just close your eyes and block your ears and march to your doom.
But since I really ain't getting paid for my time, I pulled out my pen and started writing a rhyme.
Can't you see that I'm busy, jerk?
Don't 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 he'd lock me up if I started a brawl, so I didn't, and I punched the clock the fuck off the wall.
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MR. LIF IS A LYRICAL MADMAN GENIUS.
--
What's more, I got an xbox for free because I have the work hookup (wholesale games, oh yes). I just had to pay for a lens replacement because the lens was broken. I don't particularly care for xbox, but I'm going to mod it and pirate the shit out of their games. Currently playing Deux Ex Invisible War. Wow, this game is great, it makes me aroused. Literally
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What does my clock display? It says eight.
Shit, I'm 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 cause I'm scarred, mad cause I sacrifice my day and it gets me a trifling hourly wage of six fifty, nifty.
Now I'm off to slave quarters with a whole bunch of other people's 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
Here's the math:
You work a third of your day away,
The government takes a third of your check, correct
You go home and drink cause you don't get an ounce of respect, and your spirit is wrecked.
Life is a gift to be enjoyed, every second every minute, it's temporary, not infinite.
Yet I find myself looking at the clock
hoping for the day to fly by, so I ask myself "Why?"
I'm doing this remedial work for second graders, I'm an educator with mega-flavor, so
Maybe I should just jump up and get ill
Maybe I should let these people know they're being killed
Maybe I should try my very best to chill, and get paid
Cause I gotta pay bills, raa!
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 he's bleeding!"
Oh no, leave him. He'll be fine
He'll 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, he's looking just like an asshole, smiling because he jerks niggas for minimum cash flow.
He's cool to my face but I swear I heard him laugh though, tickled by the fact that I'm the modern day Sambo.
And just when I think that I'm 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.
Cause the function of our life is just to work and consume, fuck reaching out to help the next, there ain't any room, just close your eyes and block your ears and march to your doom.
But since I really ain't getting paid for my time, I pulled out my pen and started writing a rhyme.
Can't you see that I'm busy, jerk?
Don't 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 he'd lock me up if I started a brawl, so I didn't, and I punched the clock the fuck off the wall.
--
MR. LIF IS A LYRICAL MADMAN GENIUS.
--
What's more, I got an xbox for free because I have the work hookup (wholesale games, oh yes). I just had to pay for a lens replacement because the lens was broken. I don't particularly care for xbox, but I'm going to mod it and pirate the shit out of their games. Currently playing Deux Ex Invisible War. Wow, this game is great, it makes me aroused. Literally
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