Five Steez - Slaving on the Plantation Lyrics

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For the streets... and all the corporate peeps
Whatever you do to survive
Nine to five... Any type of hustle... whatever
Listen (Let's go)

I'm just slaving on the plantation
Seeing all the money that the bossman making
I don't wanna be here, yo, I can't take it
Sometimes it feel like eternal damnation
But I'm right here slaving on the plantation
Can't afford to have my car and my land taken
I woke up from the dream that I had made it
How did I get here? It must be bad placement
But I'm right here

Another day again, the same old ish
Going to work, I hope the day go quick
Sitting in the traffic in the morning still yawning
Heading to the office feeling like I missed my calling
There's a hundred things that I'd rather do
Like, catch my crew on the ends passing through
I need a scheme to get cream but don't have a clue
I want a few mil and somewhere to stash it too
Quitting is a backwards move if I got no other means
To make some better cream and pursue my dreams
So I'm stuck here, bored, unhappy
Shoulda known from the interview they gon' trap me
And what was the point of my college education
If I'm here and the knowledge getting wasted
Taking orders, running around like a chump
So close to leaving till I get my cheque end of month and I'm

I'm just slaving on the plantation
Seeing all the money that the bossman making
I don't wanna be here, yo, I can't take it
Sometimes it feel like eternal damnation
But I'm right here slaving on the plantation
Can't afford to have my car and my land taken
I woke up from the dream that I had made it
How did I get here? It must be bad placement
But I'm right here

Money has to be made, we all slaves to the cash
Some get it slow and others get it fast
You fortunate, if you born wid it, cause I know people
That work hard for it just to pay their student loan
Or the rent, or the mortgage for their newest home
Pay bills, raise kids, buy food and clothes
It's all about filling pockets, on the street, in the office
Whether you dropped out or went to college
We all the same 'cause nobody wanna do this trick
As for me, always wanted just to use my gift
Spit some rhymes and get up in the music biz
People try to tell me that's a foolish wish
Like, how will I survive, but I can't let my dreams die
On this nine to five so I gotta try
I'd rather fall flat on my face if I don't make it
Until then, yo, I'm here where I hate it

I'm just slaving on the plantation
Seeing all the money that the bossman making
I don't wanna be here, yo, I can't take it
Sometimes it feel like eternal damnation
But I'm right here slaving on the plantation
Can't afford to have my car and my land taken
I woke up from the dream that I had made it
How did I get here? It must be bad placement
But I'm right here

As the sunrise, it starts to feel dark and gloomy
Laying half-asleep in bed, it's so hard to move me
Cause this job is not where my heart is truly
It's like they casted me for the wrong part of the movie
I can't do that crap, it bore me to death
Go to lunch, come back and surf the internet
This stuff is too easy, don't hold my interest
I want to rip mics and prove that I'm Kingston's best
Not even in my prime, barely writing rhymes
This time, proposals and reports for deadlines
I hate it here, let me make that clear
I'm for the paper, yeah, that's my motivation there
This can't be my career, my talents are too rare
I need to find an exit but that don't seem too near
But here's what I'ma do, get on the mic in the booth
And clear out these fake rappers by writing the truth

I'm just slaving on the plantation
Seeing all the money that the bossman making
I don't wanna be here, yo, I can't take it
Sometimes it feel like eternal damnation
But I'm right here slaving on the plantation
Can't afford to have my car and my land taken
I woke up from the dream that I had made it
How did I get here? It must be bad placement
But I'm right here