Eight Hours a Day

Poor man, you work so hard

Poor man, you work so hard

Poor man, you work so hard

Eight hours a day

How you try, try, try to make it in the world

But very little come your way

Poor man, you work so hard

Eight hours a day

How you try, try, try to make it in the world

But very little come your way

Yeah, I got my boots on, crack of dawn

Pack the bong, I'm out the door

My day is long, still sore from the fuckin' day before

Eight to four, maybe more

Than twice the work they pay me for

Bills due, crazy poor, never been this way before

Do my best day to day

Pray the stress will fade away

So unfair, no one cares

This is life, or so they say

It's hard to understand, I work my knuckles to the bone

Gotta get my rent paid, or I'll be stuck without a home

So I'm out here in the cold rain

No pain, no gain

Money on my mind, the only thought inside my whole brain

No more being nice, 'cause that's the guy that finished last

Trying to get ahead fast before I'm dead under the grass

Check to check, how I live, drinking on an empty gut

Empty tank in my whip, empty bank, but you know what?

I just keep on going, keep on pushing through the dirt

Feels like I don't got a life 'cause fuck it, all I do is work, damn

Poor man, you work so hard

Eight hours a day

How you try, try, try to make it in the world

But very little come your way

Poor man, you work so hard

Eight hours a day

How you try, try, try to make it in the world

But very little come your way

I got the music on, crack of dawn

Stacking songs, I'm in my zone

Trying to take it up a notch

Watch me make it on my own

It's in my blood, it's in my bones

This is what I'm meant to do

Sharing my demented views

Prayers to God, I sent a few

A better man, I'm trying to be

Ain't no label signing me

My family relying on me

I'm hoping one day, finally

I find my place, no time to waste

My grinding face is always on

I'm trying to chase a dream

And get a taste before I'm dead and gone

I'll be in the thick of it

To ease the stress I'm stricken with

Nobody making money off my name

No more, I'm sick of it

Every day, same routine

Gotta play it for my team

Half man, half machine

Slaying fuckin' everything

On the road, away from home

Excelling in my element

Selling 'em hella knowledge

Survival of the intelligent

I just keep on going, keep on pushing through the dirt

Better find something you like to do if all you do is work, man

Poor man, you work so hard

Eight hours a day

How you try, try, try to make it in the world

But very little come your way

Poor man, you work so hard

Eight hours a day

How you try, try, try to make it in the world

But very little come your way

And you know what, man?

You might be a loser

Just sitting at home

A fat geeky motherfucker

But you go out and you fucking make your name known, motherfucker

You know what they're gonna say?

Oh, he's so dope

Until they meet you in person

And be like, he's a fat geeky motherfucker

But they can't say shit to ya

They can't say shit to ya

Because you fucking grilled it

Stomp down killers

Snak the Ripper reporting live