Lyrics My Job - Cam'ron

Yo, I hate my boss
Dude think he know it all
And I know I know it all
But I follow protocol
Hope he's sittin in the casket
Got me sittin' in traffic (word)
It's seven AM (yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I woke up late, didn't even have a shower
Lunch break? Give me a break, a damn half an hour
All this bullshit for twelve bucks an hour (I'm ready to quit)
Plug me to Chuck D, wanna Fight the Power
Instead I light the sour before I go in the office
Being here eight hours sure will get you nauseous
Lady across from me, telling me her problems (what the fuck?)
I'm look at her like yo (yeah, yeah, yeah)
How the fuck I'm gonna solve 'em?
You know our ethnicity
Car note, rent, don't forget electricity (that's all due)
Internet, cable, and the phone all connected
Food, gas, tolls oh now it's getting hectic
Brand new clothes? Naw you'd rather see me naked
Yo check it, I got my check, now I'm feel disrespected (what the fuck)
Why am I working here? It ain't working here
It ain't worth it here, never gonna persevere
Ain't no money for new shoes or purses here
Should've done my first career (huh) nursing yeah
Now I'm sitting here thinking 'bout the work I put in
This verse from the everyday working woman

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I put on my pants, put on my shoes
I pray to God, paid all my dues
I'm trying to win, seems like I was born to lose
All I can say (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I say let me through, but they don't let me through
You want to quit, God damn I'm ready to
Lifestyle I'm living, ain't steady boo (Not at all)
All I can say (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ayo I'm lookin' for a job, ain't nobody hiring
Then I ask the boss, "when y'all doin' firing?"
You know I'm admiring nice job, family man
Car and looking as walk in a tiring
Shoulda been a fireman, learn to do wiring
Then get retirement, I blame my environment (it's my hood)
I went in for an interview, for delivery (for delivery)
"Locked up, felonies?" now the dude's quizzing me
You working on my future, why you need to know my history?
All he did was Google me, no big mystery
He ain't digging me, politely he was dissin' me
"No we're not hiring, but thanks for the visit."... "Please."
He ain't want me, my grandmother warned me
Them God damn felonies will haunt me, taunt me (I told you 'bout them felonies!)
No second chance, back to the same block
Go home, my baby moms done changed locks (fuck is she doing)
This a game ma? Okay the games on (okay)
Then she opened the door with the chain on (what's up)
Said she been reaching out, for several days
I ain't helping out, we need to go our separate ways (oh word?)
I was just amazed, wanna go another route?
Let me get my clothes, said she took them to my mother's house
She was pissed off, yeah P.O.'ed
And said "go head and wild out, I'll call your P.O."

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