Snowgoons - Charlie says lyrics

Rat race, daily hustle, juggle, everyday struggle Slave, concrete jungle, survival of the fittest Blue collar white collar, black collar' made it up But it's on some scut work, under the table' trabaja W'2's, 9 to 5, late shift, morning shift, 2nd shift, hey! Wait a minute! Wow! Charlie says "Back to work, breaks over, dock pay, stay late, where is your loyalty?" Charlie says "Micro manage, low compliance, no overtime, denied vacation." Sometimes you have to step back and look at all the things you've gotten Evaluate the current, tally the beg your pardons People everyday still are bailin, that hay and cotton While Mr. Charlie's smile is still rotten Halitosis behind the mandate creates a screw face Can make, a n***a very irate And breathe life into a beast that need not awaken I Had him by the throat in my mind, when he claimed motivation Was what I lacked and needed to find that Apparent was the laps in the level, enthusiastic But did I ever have it? I'm saying, with satisfaction achieved One can fathom the thought, but daily routines be comin' up short Plus with awareness that you're less than aware Provoking one of those "Don't f** with me" stares Got 'em circling the bulls eye with faces locked in the square, which resemble... What you view in reflectors? Some n***as ain't prepared And I ain't going to stand here kickin' the many "for instance's" From stress we need to distance, but it don't seem like we're widening gap So what's the happening's when this n***a snaps From receiving the good and plenty not doing him plenty good Go ahead, I wish you would... Charlie says "3% evaluation's, department policies, dress code, doc,s note." Charlie says "Not on work time? half hour lunch? 15 minute break? you're late!" Charlie says "Left early" - Family sh**. "Staff meeting" - Boring sh**. "Written warnings." - Full of sh** Charlie says "My office, let me see you? team work, couldn't be you? add this to your list of to do's." Mentality of a postal worker with prostate issues Casualties of me not givin' a f**, can make departments miss you What's worst, is few of them going with you Papers read: "he just snapped and buck aimlessly." Later police reports stated that found were shell casings with their names engraved on them Like this one shoutin' out Mr. Expired Visa Caribbean cat with stat's on some dirt knees Ashamed to be Black, seemingly Uncle Tomin' for scraps Or this gray herb I dub Sir Pugilist Cause he's old school like hands on, but dude It's just amazing How many times one can walk back and forth from his desk to the sink To wash his hands from not doing a damn thing And on monthly reports he still blings Can't knock the hustle But f** him for trying to muscle n***as under him Thunder gun will clap for him as well as other fellows and chicks with similar scripts' And I ain't stopping 'til Charlie gets hit "The rest of you Bosley's" Can get burned from the knee up by the mac, man I ain't come here for no foolishness, so stop laughin' Do I amuse you? Catch 22, college degree - "No experience." Experience Charlie says "No college degree?" - Same salary Oh, room for growth? That's pending if the elderly leave Charlie says "Train your replacement." - Not knowing, but two and two equal frustration Charlie says "Umm Hmm... blah, blah", "you can leave... blah", "market bad... blah, blah... got bills?" Charlie says "Un huh, that's what I thought? Tuck your shirt or your feet can hit the dirt." "Oh damn, damn man, this just can't be... we're not supposed to be working No, slavin' like that.... I mean, this... this just ain't right." Shaking my head like, out of this state, I'm snappin' Where am I at and why am I holding this gat and why am I pointing it at him The last thing I remember was this cat saying And I could be paraphrasing, But it went: "don't aggravate us and we won't send you walkin' on some "hit the road" Woah, woah, wait a minute Got a college degree, don't pay me what I'm worth? Put in extra work, y'all play me for the jerk? You're only as great as your last mistake And now it's "don't aggravate" or you might send me walkin' on some "hit the road"? Oh, I get it! Play me like Jack, and it's your beans I'm stalkin'. I remember now Charlie says "No... stop... don't shoot... let's talk... got a family.. 3 year old!!!" - s**s for you Charlie says Nothing Charlie says Nothing