My Devotion

[Hook] I knew that you couldn't see my devotions, "oh oh oh ohhh" I knew that you wouldn't see my emotions, "oh ohhhh" I knew that you couldn't see my devotions, "oh oh oh ohhh" I knew that you wouldn't see my emotions, "emotions" [Verse 1] I'm yawning, 6 in the morning Gotta get to class at the crack of dawn and Though I have no clue what these classes will do for me That teacher ain't fooling me, and her book ain't schooling me I was late to her class, so I'mma get harassed, pardon me as I stumble in foolishly But I better get my act straight G, my pops don't play see, lately He been askin' FOR my grades, If I bring home a "C" I'll be given more beats than Jay-Z Cause I got more beats than Rihanna, I mean those hits that'll take me to Bahamas Working in my studio, late night pajamas, hoping that my parents could see my nirvana, but... [Hook] [Verse 2] Punch in punch out were my options There were times when I wish I meant boxing But I'm talking crunchin' numbers like once a month for this job in Austin The rest of days I'm a slave to my boss and he's a slave to his boss who ain't awesome Around the office everyone was cautious, but behind his back called him the rat or the possum He favored all the sales dudes, over slave dudes, he said they make miracles like Jesus It's a miracle, he only saw my flaws And the only raise I saw was his brow when he paid you I guess I'll go back to working on this railroad All the live long day, and if he can't see my value He'll get two weeks to convince me to stay, or I'll say... [Hook] [Verse 3] Man it's late, bout 9, time to ring that phone Wifey ain't gonna like me, if I'm not back home Many nights, the family's been waiting up alone The bills are piling up, soon the kid's will be grown If I can get this raise then my face will be glowing Most nights, spent fighting, with the wifey while showing 8 months pregnant, time flies like a Boeing Flippin' job jugglin', cirque du soleil If I was a musician, at least Work has some play But now, I heard its all work and no pay Rest in peace, music sales in the grave Oh well, can't dwell, I'mma corporate slave Drinking minute maid, with federal minimal aid My lady's in my ear bout our minimum wage She don't see my hustle, and she can't seem to wait My knees bout to buckle carrying this weight