Work and Jobs
Two four-letter words,
I truly despise
Got nothing but hate for them,
I’m not gon lie ...
but I got my reasons why
Jobs!
Politicians always seem to forget
to put menial in front of it
I’m a Hebrew snob,
don’t come talking ‘bout giving me
some low prestige job
And the pay is certain to be minimum
To an aristocratic cat like me,
for my long-term health, it pays better being a bum
Jobs!
Unh, unh ...
Don’t utter that curse word to me,
there’s plenty of ways
to better optimize my cosmic energy
Politicians always try to low ball you for free,
I never play myself short ...
Did I tell you, I’m Israelite royalty
Work!
That’s the other four-letter word
that jangles my janx
I know when I’m hearing the truth;
and when someone’s trying to fake the real,
I know when it ain’t
Me saw my mama and daddy
working 48 hours a day
Saw them working a second job,
graveyard shifts and every holiday,
just to reach another mortgage pay
Work!
That the first thing a politician
promise to give a son of a slave
Then they want me act so grateful ...
no sir, I’m not cut that way
See, I’m a diamond polished
in a green Zebulun field
My pen is the only thing I’m lifting,
it got plenty of sapphire skill
Politicians work short hours, get long vacation time
Then they try to sell you
that a lot of work is good for an idle mind
Unh, unh ...
There’s a beehive of creative activity
buzzing in my head ... nonstop honey sunshine
Work and jobs!
They can’t sweat talk a brother,
give me plantation promises
Breaking back news
Don’t give me none of that
futuristic wage talk
Rocket blast-off to the moon —
while you’re whistling that same old-timey Dixie tune
They can keep their shovel,
they can throw away their broom
Either way, it really don’t matter to me ...
when I came out of the womb,
I was born breathing free
Wasn’t chained to no clock,
wasn’t piling no oars on a dock
Was led by the Good Shepherd,
who gave plenty rest to the flock
Jobs and work!
This brother’s destiny ain’t chained to the dirt
Guess you could say, this son of a slave
loved the beautiful words my God had to say
He promised me rest each and every day
Now the easiest work I do
is dropping to my knees to pray
And the only job I got is chasing the devil away
Trying to get to my Canaan home
was the most work I ever did in life,
But I never woulda made it
without the help of Jesus Christ
Now most days, I’m chilling in a lounge chair,
relaxing in the backyard
That barbecue grill is smoking ...
I gotta get up and turn the meat
Man, that job is hard!
And I gotta do the tasting,
make sho’ it all came out right
That kinda work
might have me eating thru the night
Man, that work is hard!
What can I say ... I’m living a blessed life!
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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