waiting in line
a step at a time
wanting to make dollars 'stead of nickels and dimes
having to wait
makin' me late
no excuse to leave cuz I already ate.
but I keep myself waiting in a slow-moving line
just to fight for things I feel are rightfully mine--
so I breathe and I stretch and I pop my neck
and try to stand in one place e'en tho' it puts me thru heck--
so wut do I do?
i got the no transcript blues,
& I'd do whutever to whoever just for nicer shoes.
u gotta fill out papers if u wanna make that paper
but I'm late for the job I do have and this line'll make me late-er
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