Live from the Plantation
Mr. Lif Lyrics

Oh my fucking god man, ah. fucking serious
Jesus Christ, man. already?

Man, time flies like a motherfucker.
Rise and shine! Yet another day to toss away. What does my clock display?

It says eight Shit, I'm late for work again, so then I dip with my pad and my pen
Step into the work place with my work face. Wince at my time card 'cause I'm scarred. Mad 'cause I sacrifice my day and gets me a trifling hourly wage of six fifty, nifty. Now I'm off to slave quarters.

With a whole bunch of other people's sons and daughters. Working so they can be mothers and fathers. Laboring real hard, hoping the boss offers more petty cash to his bums and paupers
Working hard with a bunch of people's sons and daughters to meet their responsibilities. Hoping for a raise from the boss.

Kissing his ass 'cause they hoping they prosper. Here's the math: You work a thirty a day, away. The government takes a thirty a check, correct
Sucking up to the boss for a chance to grow, knowing that they're being taxed heavily by the government, leaving minimum pay for all their hard work.

You go home and drink 'cause you don't get An ounce of respect, and your spirit is wrecked
Returning home full of frustration because of the lack of respect received. Spirit weighed down.

Life is a gift to be enjoyed, every second every minute. It's temporary, not infinite. Yet I find myself looking at the clock. Hoping for the day to fly by, so I ask myself "Why?"
Reflecting on the transience of life and the need to enjoy every moment. Chained to work, wishing there was a way to enjoy the day before it ends.

I'm doing this remedial work for second graders. I'm an educator with mega-flavor, so Maybe I should just jump up and get ill. Maybe I should let these people know they're being killed. Maybe I should try my very best to chill, and get paid 'Cause I gotta pay bills, raa!
Frustrated that his skills are not being put to use. Considering quitting and finding something he is passionate about. Deciding to stay for financial reasons while keeping a cool head.

"Excuse me brother, can you please stop making that noise So I can talk? Thank you. Now the boss says he wants you to come up With more copies of these checks, and the last thing he wants is you to Move the desk to the basement, and can I have this stapler?"
Boss interrupting because of the noise. Demanding more work to be done: making copies of checks and moving furniture.

"Hey there champ, big boss man says you been late 3 days in a row, better sharpen up"
Getting reprimanded for being late to work three times in a row.

Aw, this fucking place sucks - same shit everyday. Like to wring the boss' neck though, if only dreams could come true. Dead boss, somebody call Red Cross
Disgusted with the monotony of work. Daydreaming about killing the boss.

I guess he got caught up in my mental holocaust. How much did it cost? Just a little piece of my mind for peace of mind. "But he's bleeding!" Oh no, leave him. He'll be fine. He'll heal on his own If you just give him some time. Considering the fact that his face is misaligned. His legs are over there lying right next to his spine
Metaphorically causing harm to the boss in his head. Imagining how much the mental harm he caused is worth. The boss got hurt, but it's nothing compared to the pain he's causing the workers every day.

"Lunchtime!" Huh? Oh, Jesus, must have been daydreaming. My boss walks by, he's looking just like an asshole
Boss interrupting his thoughts about daydreaming.

Smiling because he jerks niggas for minimum cash flow. He's cool to my face but I swear I heard him laugh though. Tickled by the fact that I'm the modern day Sambo
Boss being disrespectful to workers while pretending to be friends with them. Laughing at their expense for entertainment.

And just when I think that I'm about to go Rambo. I call up my man and he says he understands, yo. We all are being murdered by a similar process, whether you work at the candy store or slave at the office
Feeling like going off on the boss. Calling a colleague who understands his struggle. Realizing that all workers are being abused, whether they work in manual labor or office jobs.

The purpose of our life is just to serve the economy. They misinform our minds to paint a picture of harmony. But if you listen then you know that shits out of tune. 'Cause the function of our life is just to work and consume
Reflecting on how society only values workers for how much they produce and consume. Acknowledging that the narrative fed to people about the importance of work is disingenuous.

Fuck reaching out to help the next, there ain't any room. Just close your eyes and block your ears and march to your doom
Realizing that society prioritizes the self over the greater good. Advocating for shutting off emotions and conforming to the system.

But since I really ain't getting paid for my time. I pulled out my pen and started writing a rhyme. Can't you see that I'm busy, jerk? Don't you dare approach me with busy work
Being unproductive while on the job. Writing lyrics instead of working petty tasks for the boss.

Take another step and get hurt. By the man that embodies mad years of anger. A cool bro, soon to be the Boston Strangler. Everything inside of me is about to erupt. 'Cause a righteous individual just likes to corrupt
Warning the boss to not provoke him further. Frustration building up inside him. Wondering how far he's willing to go to fight back.

I knew he'd lock me up if I started a brawl. So I deaden, and I punch the clock the fuck off the wall
Realizing the consequences of his anger if he acted out. Choosing instead to vent his frustration on the time clock by punching it.

"Yeah that's right motherfucker You can't keep underpaying people and mistreating them all the time That's gonna resort to crime. As a matter of fact, you know what? Faks, yo cut this motherfucker, man." 9-1-1
Protesting against the unfair treatment of workers. Predicting that if conditions don't improve, more people will start to resort to criminal activities. Calling for an end to the interview and hanging up.