Consequence — Job Song

(Intro:)

— Excuse me, I beg your pardon? Nah, wha-wait, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up! Bitch, you don’t…I don’t get paid enough for you to be talkin’ to me like that, straight up and down! I don’t feel like standin’ by the fuckin’ front door, alright?! You know what? Matter fact, a year from now when you at home on your only day off and you watchin’ UPN, you see me come up there and get my mothafuckin award! Tell yo kids I said!

(Verse 1:)

How’d I get stuck in a dead-end job when I can rap?

But, of course, my bill collectors they ain’t tryna hear that,

Matter fact, they askin’ Dexter when I plan to pay back

On that long line of credit that they lent me way back.

Way back, way back, at the turn of the century,

The notice they sent to me is sayin’ essentially,

If I don’t pay that balance off along with a extra fee,

Penitentiary or criminal charges

Probably soon to follow if you dare disregard this.

And that got me nauseous, and feelin’ precautious,

‘Cause the fruits of my labor ain’t barin’ no harvest,

At least as a artist ‘cause at least as a artist,

You become whoever when your time get the hardest.

But who you ’sposed to call when they all think you garbage

And figured that you washed up, damn, they so heartless,

‘Cause when I called the office they act stiffer than starches!

(Chorus:)

And this just ain’t where I’m ’sposed to be,

This just ain’t where I’m ’sposed to be,

This just ain’t where I’m ’sposed to be,

This just ain’t where I’m ’sposed to be.

‘Cause this just ain’t where I’m ’sposed to be,

This just ain’t where I’m ’sposed to be,

This just ain’t where I’m ’sposed to be,

This just ain’t, this just ain’t.

Man, I gotta make my next move my best move ‘cause there ain’t no food in the fridge. Son, what you doin’?! C’mon, son, we can’t be, son, we can’t be out there like that! The hold ain’t even tight no more, no more. Son what’s really good& Ahh, man!

(Verse 2:)

Now I’m in a situation that I can’t pacify,

So I’m lookin’ through the papers skimmin’ through the classifieds,

When I see an opportunity that can’t pass me by,

That I can get the job if I give this class a try.

Put my pride to the side, go get a 9 to 5,

‘Cause livin’ check to check’s the only way that I survive,

But, yo, they sorta lied cause the lead’s certified,

It take more than shirts and ties for the course that they provide.

But the course they would provide, a means of employment,

Which is basically a job that I’ll soon be annoyed with,

So this unemployment is now subject to change,

‘Cause I’m on these interviews and I’m runnin’ my game,

And I’m bein’ interviewed by my government name,

And I’m all in’n’out the crew that we one and the same,

So for now I’m out the game and far away from recording,

‘Cause they left a message sayin that I start Monday morning.

Hello, this is OCS calling for Dexter Mills. Dexter, we have work for you on Monday morning at our Banana Republic, on Broadway and Spring Street in Lower Manhattan, you are to be there at ten o’clock in the morning. Please, call us back and let us know your availability. Have a good day!

— Oh guess what, Ma? Guess what, guess what?

— What, what?

— I got a job, today!

— Ooh-wee!

— At the department store, they hired me. They said I start on Monday, and, um, my hours, I’ma be doin’ the dayshift, and they goin’ start me on a low pay. But they said, like eventually I could, um– move up, and…

— Oh, great, this is the greatest news I’ve heard! My prayers have been answered. You got a job!

— I could do the job in the daytime, then I could go to studio at night, and…

— Oh, here we go!

— Nah, I could go to the studio at night. I just gotta make sure that I don’t stay in the studio too late so I can get up in the morning, and then I can catch the bus and go to the job.

— Oh yeah, but when you start that stuff at night you gotta get your rest ‘cause you gotta get up and get to work.

— It’ll be aight. I’m goin’ to celebrate, let’s get some Capri-Suns. I wanna celebrate. Let’s do it, let’s do it!