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Live From the Plantation

Mr. Lif

I, Phantom

44

Rap

Tekst piosenki
{*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, I'm late for work again, so then I dip with my pad and my pen Step into the workplace with my work face Wince at my time card cuz I'm scarred Mad cuz I sacrifice my day and 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 cuz 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 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 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 minimal 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're listenin', 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 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 busywork 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 jetted and I punched the clock the fuck off the wall "Yea that's right motherfucker You can't keep underpaying people and mistreating them all the time That's gonna result in crime As a matter of fact, you know what? Fakts, yo cut this motherfucker, man." 9-1-1
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