Snowgoons, Illin’ P - Charlie Says lyrics

Rat race, daily hustle, juggle
Everyday struggle slave, concrete jungle
Survival of the fittest
Blue collar white collar
Black collar' made it up
But it's on some scut work
Under the table' trabaja
W'2's, 9 to 5, late shift
Morning shift, 2nd shift, hey!
Wait a minute! Wow!

Charlie says "Back to work, breaks over
Dock pay, stay late
Where is your loyalty?" charlie says
"Micro manage, low compliance, no overtime
Denied vacation"
Sometimes you have to step back and look
At all the things you've gotten
Evaluate the current
Tally the beg your pardons
People everyday still are bailin
That hay and cotton
While Mr charlie's smile is still rotten
Halitosis behind the mandate creates
A screw face can make, a nigga very irate
And breathe life into a beast
That need not awaken
I Had him by the throat in my mind
When he claimed motivation
Was what I lacked and needed to find that
Apparent was the laps in the level
Enthusiastic
But did I ever have it? I'm saying
With satisfaction achieved
One can fathom the thought
But daily routines be comin' up short
Plus with awareness that you're
Less than aware
Provoking one of those "Don't
Fuck with me" stares
Got 'em circling the bulls eye with
Faces locked in the square, which resemble
What you view in reflectors?
Some niggas ain't prepared
And I ain't going to stand here
Kickin' the many "for instance's"
From stress we need to distance
But it don't seem like we're widening gap
So what's the happening's when
This nigga snaps
From receiving the good and plenty
Not doing him plenty good
Go ahead, I wish you would

Charlie says
"3% evaluation's, department policies
Dress code, doc, s note"
Charlie says
"Not on work time? half hour lunch?
15 minute break? you're late!"
Charlie says "Left early" - Family shit
"Staff meeting" - Boring
Shit "Written warnings" - Full of shit
Charlie says
"My office, let me see you? team work
Couldn't be you? add this to
Your list of to do's"
Mentality of a postal worker
With prostate issues
Casualties of me not givin' a fuck
Can make departments miss you
What's worst, is few of them going with you
Papers read: "he just snapped
And buck aimlessly"
Later police reports stated that
Found were shell
Casings with their names engraved on them
Like this one shoutin' out Mr expired Visa
Caribbean cat with stat's on some dirt knees
Ashamed to be Black
Seemingly Uncle Tomin' for scraps
Or this gray herb I dub Sir Pugilist
Cause he's old school like hands on
But dude It's just amazing
How many times one can walk back and
Forth from his desk to the sink
To wash his hands from not doing a damn thing
And on monthly reports he still blings
Can't knock the hustle
But fuck him for trying to
Muscle niggas under him
Thunder gun will clap for him as well as
Other fellows and chicks
With similar scripts'
And I ain't stopping 'til Charlie gets hit
"The rest of you Bosley's"
Can get burned from the knee up by the mac
Man i ain't come here for no foolishness
So stop laughin' do I amuse you?

Catch 22, college degree - "No experience"
Experience charlie says
"No college degree?" - Same salary
Oh, room for growth? That's pending
If the elderly leave charlie says
"Train your replacement" - Not knowing
But two and two equal frustration
Charlie says
"Umm Hmm blah, blah", "you can
Leave blah", "market bad blah
Blah got bills?" charlie says
"Un huh
That's what I thought? Tuck your shirt or
Your feet can hit the dirt"
"Oh damn, damn man
This just can't be we're not
Supposed to be working
No, slavin' like that i mean
This this just ain't right"

Shaking my head like, out of this state
I'm snappin'
Where am I at and why am I holding this
Gat and why am I pointing it at him
The last thing I remember was this cat saying
And I could be paraphrasing, But it went:
"don't aggravate us and we won't send you
Walkin' on some "hit the road"
Woah, woah, wait a minute
Got a college degree
Don't pay me what I'm worth?
Put in extra work
Y'all play me for the jerk?
You're only as great as your last mistake
And now it's "don't aggravate"
Or you might send
Me walkin' on some "hit the road"?
Oh, I get it! Play me like Jack
And it's your beans I'm
Stalkin' i remember now

Charlie says "No stop don't shoot let's
Talk got a family
3 year old!" - Sucks for you charlie says
Nothing

Charlie says nothing