I Hate My Job

[Verse 1] Yo, I hate my boss Dude think he know it all And I know I know it all But I follow protocol Hope he's sittin in the casket Got me sittin' in traffic (word) It's seven AM (yeah, yeah, yeah) And I woke up late, didn't even have a shower Lunch break? Give me a break, a damn half an hour All this bullshit for twelve bucks an hour (I'm ready to quit) Plug me to Chuck D, wanna Fight the Power Instead I light the sour before I go in the office Being here eight hours sure will get you nauseous Lady across from me, telling me her problems (what the fuck?) I'm look at her like yo (yeah, yeah, yeah) How the fuck I'm gonna solve 'em? You know our ethnicity Car note, rent, don't forget electricity (that's all due) Internet, cable, and the phone all connected Food, gas, tolls oh now it's getting hectic Brand new clothes? Naw you'd rather see me naked Yo check it, I got my check, now I'm feel disrespected (what the fuck) Why am I working here? It ain't working here It ain't worth it here, never gonna persevere Ain't no money for new shoes or purses here Should've done my first career (huh) nursing yeah Now I'm sitting here thinking 'bout the work I put in This verse from the everyday working woman (Chorus) I put on my pants, put on my shoes I pray to God, paid all my dues I'm trying to win, seems like I was born to lose All I can say (yeah, yeah, yeah) I say let me through, but they don't let me through You want to quit, God damn I'm ready to Lifestyle I'm living, ain't steady boo (Not at all) All I can say (yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] Ayo I'm lookin' for a job, ain't nobody hiring Then I ask the boss, "when y'all doin' firing?" You, I'm admiring, nice job, family man Car and looking at these want ads, tiring Shoulda been a fireman, learn to do wiring Then get retirement, I blame my environment (it's my hood) I went in for an interview, for delivery (for delivery) "Locked up, felonies?" now the dude's quizzing me You working on my future, why you need to know my history? All he did was Google me, no big mystery He ain't digging me, politely he was dissin' me "No we're not hiring, but thanks for the visit."... "Please." He ain't want me, my grandmother warned me Them God damn felonies will haunt me, taunt me (I told you 'bout them felonies!) No second chance, back to the same block Go home, my baby moms done changed locks (fuck is she doing) This a game ma? Okay the games on (okay) Then she opened the door with the chain on (what's up) Said she been reaching out, for several days I ain't helping out, we need to go our separate ways (oh word?) I was just amazed, wanna go another route? Let me get my clothes, said she took them to my mother's house She was pissed off, yeah P.O.'ed And said "go head and wild out, I'll call your P.O." (Chorus)