Hospital bed

You had us doing hard labor no shade, not enough water Desert heat, 98 degrees I thought you were smarter. I did you a favor, got bruises and grief Cramp in my muscles You saw me as cheap. Money hunger yeah, it gets you places But this time? It led you to danger No cover, just a slab of cement Forty by sixty I'm soaked, I’m spent Eight inches thick at first Ended at four. A car lot we poured A whole lot we poured. Dripping in sweat, cramping and bent This wasn’t for hands, it was meant for cement Only two shovels I took the one with that was rough No gloves I was puzzled You thought I’d take shoes I think that’s what you expected Surprised when I pulled out the rain boots Safety you neglected The owner’s got money, I wonder the price You charged low probably five, when nine would suffice I know I was underpaid $140 i slayed Still I showed up, still I stayed Now you’re laid up in a hospital bed Was it worth it? Was it worth that bread? I drove back and fourth Stayed in my lane Pneumonia is deadly I hope your ok You put me at risk But prepared, I went I did you a favor And I still got strength I hope you're okay. But remember the weight.