Job To Job

Lyrics

I'm either feeling like a slob Or stuck in some type of shiity ass job Almost always my employers are knobs 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 teeth 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 cunts 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, Saturday 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 shit, 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