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ships out within 3 days
I know that I was made for bigger things.
That’s why I’m never hunting for a job
I just wait until I’m low on dough
And pray that something iller comes along
If it were never made to be that’s fine
Just leave me unto my own device
That’s just how I like to spend my time
That’s just how I like to live my life
You cannot keep what you do not own
You cannot reap what you do not sew
I see it clearly with two eyes closed
Creeping eerily through my soul.
-What we have here’s a great opportunity
Great, great big opportunity
Sign the dotted line
Take a ride on the finer side of lunacy
You could be the next big thing.
What we have here ‘s a once in a lifetime shot
To make advances on the bright side, watch.
All we need is half the time
That you gon spend on this Earth
You’re on file from your birth to the dirt
It gets worse.-
Modern day slave caravan, eight hour segments
Make money money
Take our attention
Make our investments benefit
Our best vested interests
Burst the seams on these pleated pants pockets
You can’t stop it.
Corporate America ain’t aware
Of your aspirations
But they only want your life
If you could spare to have the patience
Got us brachiating like suit and tie
wearing primates with no breaks man
Ice cream man signs on a rape van
Great plan, leave ‘em with no options
Leave ’em drug dealing, pistol popping
Don’t you know the system’s watching
Put your dreams inside a crystal coffin
You can look but no touch
Take your time there’s no rush, but hurry up
Now I’m not so pessimistic
I’ve had my share of punch ins
But on the real fuck your
Corporate luncheons and company functions
Clocking out’s about the
Best thing that I’ve ever done
Waiting on that paycheck that’ll never come
We just trying to get rich ain’t we?
I’m trying to see big dollars
Like Robin Leach on the lawn with a
Check and a couple of commas
I’m only trying to be honest
We’re sweating for bread and pennies
And it’s only escalating
Wait till the end of the century
If the needs of the few outweigh
The needs of the many
Ain‘t we supposed to compensate
Till all the workers got plenty?
You tellin’ me my minimum wage
Can keep my minimums paid?
Bitch please, you fuckers must got
You some kind of disease.
See there's a breaking point
Do what you love, don’t hold your tongue
Show this world what you’ve become
And why they all better run
In due time, worker ants gon burn
This factory right down to the bricks
Light a spliff and peace up
Out of this bitch.