Live From The Plantation - Mr Lif

Oh my f**king god man ahhh f**king serious

Jesus christ man already

Man time flies like a motherf**ker

Rise and shine

Yet another day to toss away

What does my clock display

It says eight

Sh*t i'm late for work again so then

I dip with my pad and my pen

Step into the work place 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 a** cuz they hoping they prosper

Here's the math

You work a thirty a day away

The government takes a thirty a 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

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 minimum 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 listen then you know that'ss out of tune

Cuz the function of our life is just to work and consume

F**k 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 busy work

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 deaden and i punch the clock the f**k off the wall

Yea that's right motherf**ker

You can't keep underpaying people and mistreating them all the time

That's gonna resort to crime

As a matter of fact you know what

Faks yo cut this motherf**ker man