Proletariat Blues

Back in the days when I was a teenager
 Minimum wage earning, rocking an apron
 I was pushing hella carts asking plastic or paper
 To bastard ass customers plus most of us had,
 Relatives working in the same supermarket
 When boss wasn't looking rolled the dice on the carpet
 In the lunch room, listening to Biggie and Nas
 But not as much as Snoop, Forty Water, and Pac
 Me, I rocked the Walkman instead writing rhymes
 In my head often bored, I'd recite them outloud
 And memorize a song long before I'd write it down
 In lunch room freestyles is where I learned to clown
 Plantation style (?), yellow, brown, black majority
 Half the young cats either enlisted in the Army
 Or the Navy or Marines, but I was having dreams
 And I ain't even halfway there yet
 It seems that we never get paid what our labor is worth
 That's why we often in a daze on the way to our work
 And when we get there, we can't wait to be out
 So let me tell you what it's about
 And now we never get paid what our labor is worth
 That's why we often in a daze on the way to our work
 And when we get there, we can't wait to be out
 So let me tell you what it's about
 The next place of employment's no better than this
 My first day thinking this some fuckin' "Office Space" shit
 But not me boss(?), these conditions ain't suitable
 Hide the pen and pad, writting rhymes in a cubicle
 Automated phone click, dial tone, phone(?) calling
 Hoping for some gullible folks to take the offer
 A mission for commision, tuition for college
 "Please put our number on your do not call list"
 Half the whole staff graduated with honors
 And you're trying to tell me telemarketing's your best job option?
 This shit is not poppin'
 Working to the bone
 Livin' at home
 Facing up debt and student loans
 Now the manager's a tool and a clown
 But productivity increases anytime he's nowhere to be found
 And this tight ass environment makes me want to hurl
 Like watchin Flava Flav tongue kissin' old girl
 Now we never get paid what our labor is worth
 That's why we often in a daze on the way to our work
 And when we get there, we can't wait to be out
 So let me tell you what it's about
 And now we never get paid what our labor is worth
 That's why we often in a daze on the way to our work
 And when we get there, we can't wait to be out
 So let me tell you what it's about
 The dotcom phenomenon, fuck the city boss
 Stock Market falls down, hundred thousand's layed off
 Got with Amazon.com, it had a lot of cross-dressers, goth cats, ex-cons, and single moms
 On the elevator up, my Walkman on, flash a badge for security, the mark of the beast
 But with skills to persuade through speech, you'd be amazed to see how many customer service reps are MCs
 At each instance, different job descriptions
 What kept a brother going was the music that I listened to
 Initiate the day with an anthem to work through
 Then the supervisor started blastin' Dave Matthews
 Shit is bad news
 Working for some assholes in suits, straight singing middle management blues
 And so I quit on the last day of training
 And when I got home my notebook was waiting
 I said we never get paid what our labor is worth
 That's why we often in a daze on the way to our work
 And when we get there, we can't wait to be out
 So let me tell you what it's about
 And now we never get paid what our labor is worth
 That's why we often in a daze on the way to our work
 And when we get there, we can't wait to be out
 I told you what this shit is about