all a seem to do is work try too ride it out, but boy it's like,
a piece of rope a don't choose where it end's,
it all depends on the length of work oh the suspense,
of waiting to see what shit you gotta do next,
bet it ain't taking a break even though a thought a detects,
a slight bit a cramp in my legs, but he
is only thinking about putting a stamp on those check's, see
fuck it, fucking boss pretty soon he's gonna cross,
the pissed of me because, all he does is run the chores,
he don't help out all in them but thinks he's working alot,
a think he's lost the plot, only work he does involves jerking alot,
cause of being overworked my strength's evolved,
mentality an'all, see a was never meant to fall,
you ain't never gonna make me bend and crawl,
fuck that motherfucker, am done, with this shit job,
am'a find some other, that ain't this dumb, an'a won't kick off,
A Quick an Short One
