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• Artiste: Fleshies
• Titre: Don't Hate Me For The Reward
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Eight o'clock AM and I haven't been up this early for weeks Time to apply, all I do is lie Grease up my hole and spread my cheeks There's paint on my shoes, there's paint on my coat The other applicant spent more on his clothes than I did on my quaaludes I need a job, it's true But I won't compete for you You're fighting for crumbs while wearing hundred dollar shoes You just make me wanna lose. You plant your flag in me like I'm Iwo Jima You want me dead like I was Ken Saro-Wiwa I think I forgot just how to play you're stupid hiring game I don't like what you like, I won't say that I do And yes, everything you've heard about people like me is true Don't work with the public well And when the customer is wrong I can tell I'd be on welfare if I could choose But since I can't I think I'll lose at your game No jobs, no food, no money, no rent Modern economics wants me dead But I'll never die, I'm alive They want you to hate me for the reward Rip me apart for dwindling resources You may try to hate me But when you die you'll realize you spent your life reinforcing a lie