Work

[So Much Style]

I wake up early in the mornin/
my dad hittin me with a pillow, sayin i been snorin/
its about six or six thirty/
why take a shower, anyway imma get dirty/
But surely, i can have a good breakest. why not/
Damn sis left the milk out, its hot/
so i grab a pop tart and get ready to leave/
knowin itll be about 12:00 when i get relief/
the lunch break/
the time of day, no one can wait, or contemplate/
so imjust gettin started on the job its about 8:15/
the fire, pickin up logs makin the forest clean/
causemy job is moppin the fire/
i was hired/
but after 1 day i already want to retire/
cause prior/
to starting all i  cared about was the pay check/
$10 a hour, but i got myself into a mess/
10 hours a day, 6 days a week/
But im in disbelieve/cause they workin me/
to death/
i must re collect/
i can already the effect/
its having on my hands/
but im in demand/
for the cash, im not collectin cans/
im gettin rich, but with hard, in so many ways/
but i guess thats how work, IS THESE DAYS/


that was meant to be rapped in a "lodi-dodi" style, not a lyrical masterpeace, just a story, im mopping the fire, some hard shit