job to job - daniel young aka muph lyrics
i’m either feeling like a slob
or stuck in some type of shiity ass job
almost always my employers are kn*bs
who are trying to rob me of my labour
sometimes i’m up so early i try not to wake the neighbours
another job another caper
for four years i delivered the local paper
after that long with only 6 bucks a week i said see ya later
next was a commission job where i couldn’t make a cent
so after knocking on one door to sell aapt phone rates
my esteem felt a dent
so next i went to an iga, a bakеr’s assistant
with baker’s who ain’t got nothing good to say
insults they would spray, but iwas collecting my pay
so i could gеt away
from these fools who were feeling like decay on my t**th
i always wanted to teach these leaches a lesson
maybe one day they’ll realise who they were messing
with, just a kid with a rare gift
so it was a round six months when i left those c*nts
so the job hunt continued
now a bussie at an over 28’s nightclub venu
and when you are not looking
the old ladies would grab ya ass
some daring enough take make a pass
i’d just laugh, sat*rday nights i’d be working fast
till at last i couldn’t take it no more
so i left that floor, and once again began to explore
(chorus x 2)
from a paper boy to a stocktaker
from a door to door salesman to bussie slash waiter
from a packer to an assisstant baker
so many ways i’ve had to make the cash
through a friend of a friend i found myself at work
temporary though
i knew eventually i’d be out the window
but time moved kinda slow
so i was rolling fabrics, counting sh*t, no magic involved
not really a job of gold, but it made me feel almost whole
and managed to keep me although briefly out of my hole
and i was greatful, for a good job can be debatable
i was capable, but no longer required
a similar job was desired
rumours that the despatch guy would be fired
but i was never again hired
so feeling oh so tired and high wired
from nowhere came another option
packaging and filling out invoices
in a warehouse to some may seem rotten
but that ain’t stoppin me
and through these jobs
i’ve never forgotten the people i meet
the warehouse was run scotty run
temporary again, so before long i was back to being a bum
so that comes to right now
and somehow i’m now employed as a stocktaker
and self employed as a hip hop creator
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