Sixty Hours A Week
Xavior Black
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Sixty hours a week, to make ends meet Two jobs ain't cutting it, I gotta work three I'm breaking up my back for this one-room shack And brother, I ain't having that It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under Sixty hours a week, to make ends meet Two jobs ain't cutting it, I gotta work three I'm breaking up my back for this one-room shack And brother, I ain't having that I have dreams of living on an island, smiling Looking to the sky and colorful birds flying by And I'm lying out on the beach sand With a beautiful Caribbean woman at each hand But every day I wake up to the same old Slaving for the corporate suits pushing the Range Rov's And I don't have a say, so they keep my pay low Stacking gold bricks like Legos So I get the scraps from the people that have the scraps How wack is that? I get a pat on the back Like "Do you really expect me to act relaxed?" Right after that I go straight to another job, back-to-back I switch uniforms like it was a magic act I get so tired of working for these jerks And wearing all the stupid corporation t-shirts I swear to god, I'mma go and do the research And figure a way out, I hate that we work… I'mma do the research And figure a way out, I hate that we work Sixty hours a week, to make ends meet Two jobs ain't cutting it, I gotta work three I'm breaking up my back for this one-room shack And brother, I ain't having that It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under Broken dreams everywhere People living every day like they just don't care Showing up to work in a hat and tie Watching all their dreams just pass them by Every day is the same, again and again That's why I'm so determined not to be like them I've got to keep moving, I'm a rolling stone I spit my soul through the wire like I'm on the phone I gotta hold down The Fort, 'cause I'm home alone So if you step up to my door, you will know it's on That's why I gotta smoke mics like a hippie with a spliff 'Cause I ain't trying to see another overtime shift And I ain't trying to see a roach lying in my cabinet I'm trying to see the coastline from a NASA jet I'm trying to spend a long time there relaxing with A dime, brother, working overtime ain't happening Sixty hours a week, to make ends meet Two jobs ain't cutting it, I gotta work three I'm breaking up my back for this one-room shack And brother, I ain't having that It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
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