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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-gg- 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-ck with me” stares
got ’em circling the bulls eye with faces locked in the square, which resemble…
what you view in reflectors? some n-gg-s 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-gg- 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 shit. “staff meeting” – boring shit. “written warnings.” – full of shit
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-ck, 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 sh-ll 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 scr-ps
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 d-mn thing
and on monthly reports he still blings
can’t knock the hustle
but f-ck him for trying to muscle n-gg-s 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 d-mn, d-mn 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!!!” – sucks for you
charlie says
nothing

charlie says
nothing

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