Lewis M. - Get a Job (feat. Slitty Wrists) Lyrics

Brain is in a mutiny
So how do I thrive
I vote myself off the island
Like I was survivor
Caught choking on saliva
When the question arises
What's your five year plan
Nigga, the answer is silence
A nigga needs a plan if
They gon' live in this world
That values money over everything
Get a f*cking job, bruh
Even if you hate it
Just consider it an honor
Dull the f*cking tedium with
Shots of Henny when your time's up
Graduated high school
First response was Get a Job
So, going to art school to
Begin my life was kinda odd
Applied a bunch, got an interview
Living the dream
Til I found out it was a pyramid scheme
Should've known
Me at 18 was desperate for some dough.
That's a fact some motherf*ckers
Took advantage of, fo'sho
It's a fact money, to put it
Kinda bluntly, is a curse
But, having money is a curse that
Hurts less than the inverse
So, f*ck it
Get a Job
Better get a f*cking job
Go get a job
You better get a f*cking job
Get a job
Get a F*ckin Job
Contribute to the cause
Justify the air I'm
Currently breathing, there's more
To life than this shit
But it's shit I can't afford
So, it's likely the afterlife
That I'll reap the rewards
When I think about the niggas
I idolized as a teen
I question if it was their
Character or the CREAM
Getting older, it becomes pretty clear tho
The only thing that separates
The losers from the heroes
Is a couple of zeroes
Coming after a one
And, it ain't no damn fun
Trying to break out of
Generational cycle of poverty
Sleeping on benches
In empty offices, it hardened me
Til my last resort was
Exploiting pity foisted on me
As a minority
All in the name of getting paid
Selling chunks of my flesh
Forever gone to my grave
So, when I see people romanticize struggle
I feel a rage
That I gotta swallow
So I don't get fired. Flip the page
Get a Job
Need to get a f*cking job
Better get a f*cking job
Need to get a f*cking job
Better get a f*cking job
If you want a couple dollar
Stuffed inside your pockets
And you got no other options
Don't forget to clock in
Your work effort never
Be enough for your bosses
They tell you to work harder
Til you're completely exhausted
This ain't labor
This is slavery with payment fees
You can't complain
Or you'll get fired and kicked to the streets
Work hard so they can
Tax your percentages
Rest of it to pay your rent
You basically work to exist
I had enough of this
Still love when the percussion hits
All this struggling,
You can hear complain, fuss, and shit
But they won't ever quit
Like me when it comes to this
Made my own lane
There was no path, so I constructed it
Ain't that just about a bitch
Long as the checks coming in
Everyone is willing to
Remain in this suffering
Riding 'round Prov
Holler at this girl walking on Broad
Took one look at me
Said You Bum, go get a job
Better get a f*cking job
Better get a f*cking job
You better get a f*cking job
Better get a f*cking job