Sabzi - Proletariat Blues lyrics

[Intro] Bags of grocery on ba** for just tips, no salary. Wouldn't even make enough to buy a CD. And next thing you know, moms is picking me up from jail for stealing CDs from Blockbuster [Verse 1: Geo] Back in the days when I was a teenager Minimum wage earning, rocking an apron I was pushing hella carts asking plastic or paper To ba*tard a** customers plus most of us had Relatives working in the same supermarket When boss wasn't looking rolled the dice on the carpet In the lunch room, listening to Biggie and Nas But not as much as Snoop, Forty Water, and Pac Me, I rocked the Walkman instead writing rhymes In my head often bored, I'd recite them outloud And memorize a song long before I'd write it down In lunch room freestyles is where I learned to clown Plantation style, yellow, brown, black majority Half the young cats either enlisted in the Army Or the Navy or Marines, but I was having dreams And I ain't even halfway there yet [Hook] It seems that we never get paid for what our labor is worth It's why we often in a daze on our way to our work And when we get there, we can't wait to be out So let me tell you what it's about (x2) [Verse 2: Geo] The next place of employment's no better than this My first day thinking this some f**in' "Office Space" sh** But not me boss, these conditions ain't suitable Hide the pen and pad, writting rhymes in a cubicle Automated phone click, dial tone, phone calling Hoping for some gullible folks to take the offer A mission for commision, tuition for college "Please put our number on your do not call list" Half the whole staff graduated with honors And you're trying to tell me telemarketing's your best job option? This sh** is not poppin' Working to the bone Livin' at home Facing up debt and student loans Now the manager's a tool and a clown But productivity increases anytime he's nowhere to be found And this tight a** environment makes me want to hurl Like watchin Flava Flav tongue kissin' old girl [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Geo] The .com phenomenon, f** the city boss Stock Market falls down, hundred thousand's layed off Got with Amazon.com, it had a lot of cross-dressers, goth cats, ex-cons, and single moms On the elevator up, my Walkman on, flash a badge for security, the mark of the beast But with sk**s to persuade through speech, you'd be amazed to see how many customer service reps are MCs At each instance, different job descriptions What kept a brother going was the music that I listened to Initiate the day with an anthem to work through Then the supervisor started blastin' Dave Matthews sh** is bad news Working for some a**holes in suits, straight singing middle management blues And so I quit on the last day of training And when I got home my notebook was waiting