Lackey
You consider yourself a good, loyal foot soldier,
always doing what the big boss tells you to do
You're good at taking orders,
you're even better at following through
If there's a job that needs to be done,
and it needs to be done right
The big boss always seem to call your name,
your reputation allows him to sleep well at night
But truth be told ...
You're a pawn,
you're a lackey
You're a minnow
at the bottom of the food chain,
you're a shark snack-ey
Nevertheless, you like where you sit in life,
married yourself a reputable mob wife
You always followed orders sent down the chain;
you learned early on, blood washes away in the rain
You know how to leverage threats,
you know how to administer pain
You're the best at collecting the vig,
you're even better at keeping the casinos rigged
You consider yourself to be a valuable foot soldier,
'cause you make good money for the big boss
You think of yourself as a reliable made man,
monies loaned out, always get returned again
with more than was put in
But truth be told ...
You're nothing but a flunkey,
you're nothing but a pawn,
You're the man holding the umbrella,
so the big boss doesn't get pissed on
You're nothing but a tool,
you're a looked-down-upon lackey
You're nothing but a minnow
at the bottom of the food chain,
you're just a shark bait snack-ey
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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