punchin' the clock (Freestyle)

I'm flippin' them burgers at Wendy's, my nigga, you know what I mean?
With the fries and shit, I'll do whatever, nigga
Shakes, all that, extra ketchup, here
You need some napkins? You feel me?
Man, what the fuck is you talkin' about? (What the fuck was that?)
I'm sorry, you know, I'm sorry (Man, shut the fuck up)
I wasn't thinkin' about it, when I did it
I- I shoulda said like, Burger King

Our generation too complacent with remaining nameless
Trade the making of our ages, gaining nothing but a paycheck
Got us training for some some wages, degrading just for a payment
You a number in them pages where work conditions is heinous
And nothing short of outrageous but always short us and pay less
But you could be on the pavement, so it's all good, ain't it?
I mean, you should be gracious for that enslavement
Considering where I came from, it's more shells all around
Like a summer of cicadas
The cadence distract me from where the pain is
I take it and make a painting, I'm sick of waiting
Mark a X where the days went and a X where I'm aiming
I put bars together like a preacher putting palms for a "Amen"
So if the beat is like a angel, y'all treating lyrics like Satan
But Yasin taught me it's more like an equation
Twelve jewelz to build a nation
Ten percent gon' keep us caged in and eighty-five lost in dazes
But only five know it's changing and breaking, snapping the matrix
That's why I'm practicing patience and going back to the basics
But I'd rather put a bullet where my brain is
Before I'm contemplating paying my way in
Sway 'em with playlist placements
Somewhere between underrated and moving clubs like some cavemen
It's so amazing, respect it like lowered gazes
In a world so racist like Ebola cases
I put eighteen years into this marriage like Viola Davis
My paranoia reigning, never need payola favors
To make sure my neighbors all is A-list
I'm punching out, now see ya later
Damn!