People
• Written by Fish
Okay everyday I loath going into my job,
I work for horrible people i feel like i'm getting robbed
I rap in my head its the only why to numb the throb
Only a select few out here can make the mob
I make 5.15 an hour please help me God
All my hard work disregarded by y'all hogs
Talk to me crazy you get rejected
You really think you know who can be trusted
but your gonna have to think again
most these people out here love to pretend
for a few pennies he'll back-stab his friend
Turn around rap about and start a new trend
That's two grand I wish i never let you lend
Make guap but still can't afford sprint
Coworkers coming in high off
Weed, cigarettes, and Smirnoff
They all finna try to rip me off
Some even act like they my best-friend,
Like Steve Jobs and Gates before Microsoft
But they still steal from me in the end
Its my dignity I must defend
This is my life that I choose to spend
I only make like two percent
Gotta write these rhymes to vent
Are people more deceitful
Or are they more like pure evil
Born around everything lethal
My ex wasn't nothing special
It's okay though my new girl
ls on a whole new level
Shouldn't have slept with my best friend
You had a chance it could have been different
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Fish
Member since December 26 2013