Rat race king, rush hour warden, focus on winning and making a killing. Always had provision. Forces us to listen, but how could we all listen when he’s well fed and we’re still hungry? He’s staying ready to push us to starvation. Every day: clocks our insanity. Every other week: we lost our humanity. I’ve been down oh so long. He’s at the top of the ladder smiling down like he cares. Spitting on me as I keep my head down and grind my teeth away. I’ve become this stone. It’s all I’ve known. Spending more time here than with my loved ones. He’s focused on fucking us every day. Planting the seeds to grow his trust funds. I’m not standing for that shit one more day. We tied him up, put him in the trunk. That mother fucker is coming with us. (Pop the trunk).
Tonight I clock in and clock him, then watch him get dropped quick. Mask on hands tied so even if he wants he can’t talk shit. We tied him up, put him in the trunk. That mother fucker is coming with us. I won’t let myself continue to be your property, an opportunity for advancement of your own assets. Your last day = my first day. The team is ready, we’re all clocked in. Mutiny is the game. Mask on, but it doesn’t matter. He never even knew my name. We tied him up, put him in the trunk. That mother fucker is coming with us.