I Rock

It is insulting
 'Cause I can't rap for my job, job, job, job, job
 I'd quit this bullshit
 But I can't live like a slob, slob, slob, slob, slob
 The way I want to baby
 Swimming in hip-hop-hip-hop-hip
 I want to sing for you and show you how I rock
 My situation's kinda dire
 Because I'm one of the livest rhymers
 That's also a nine-to-fiver
 (I gotta wait until nighttime)
 To rhyme in ciphers
 My supervisor's always asking why my eyes are tired
 I thank God I'm not a firefighter
 'Cause every morning I drink coffee
 'Til I'm nice and wired
 It keeps me up until lunchtime
 And then I eat but the Niggeritis is unkind
 I fell asleep at a red light one time
 In front of middle schoolers on an afternoon bus ride
 I'm unsigned
 So that's how it is sometimes
 Wishing I could punch my card with a punch line
 Every night something's crackin'
 From regular grungy rapping
 To underground funk and dancing
 I put my best foot first
 On Monday nights with Blaque Whole Suns at the Good Hurt
 I go to work then I rap at night
 And so my Tuesday appetite's satisfied at Raggsta Nites
 I've seen more rump than an ass doctor
 On Wednesday nights with Tommy Blak at the Grasshopper
 Or I could roll to the Lower End
 If I can't pay the toll
 I gotta ask No again
 (Thursday's work day)
 You already knowing kid
 I'm a J.U.I.C.E. board member and a Blowedian
 My Friday night yearning hunger
 Is curbed with serving suckers and herbs at the Urban Underground
 Hear the sound of a tired rapper
 (Down the street in Chinatown at the Firecracker)