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Ode to the florida wages program
Under your thumb
You call me to come
Say it’s voluntary
But that’s contrary
Pulling out my lifeline
Cuz I don’t go by your time
Starving my kids
Cuz you think I should live
The life you believe
Will make me conceive
A hunger for greed
Or is it cuz you believe
Wasting my time
Will keep your paychecks sublime
Is it your job
To treat me like a slob
Or cut my livelihood
Pretending to help and do good
Causing frustration and strife
All while claiming to improve my life
Sticky paper, dealing with you
Because on days that you feel blue
Mean nasty vibes control your actions
So on my case you put a sanction
Tell me it’s cuz I ain’t do what you said
But we both know what’s floating in your head
It’s not me who gives a damn
Don’t you know your job’s a sham
Before there were 50, now just a few
They trying to phase you out, you ain’t know boo?
Make you unemployed to justify and prove
That they have a purpose nevermind about you
Soon you’ll be on my side of the desk
And trust me love I wish you the best
