When I was a kid I learned a lesson from another brother
Older than myself a lesson later that helped
It was a fundamental lesson in the rules of life we`re living
Giving me the power later on to help myself
Sometimes you gotta learn the hardest way there is to learn
Can`t teach a young man any faster said the master to the hopper
So I do the best I can see this life and understand
This life I lead just like my poppa said
I`m playing hardball
And that`s straight down the middle
And straight down the line
So if you`re gonna play the game of life son
You better play hardball
I`m up at the crack of dawn. I put my uniform on.
I`m catching the bus without a fuss while I`m sportin` a yawn.
I get to work late. I`m not feelin` too great
`Cause irritated and berated are my boss` best traits.
He says for me to wash the store, sweep and mop the floor.
Do the dishes grant my wishes or you work here no more.
I get minimum wage, I feel I`m trapped in a cage
But I can`t survive or stay alive without gettin` paid.
My boss` name is hakheem. I`m not saying he`s mean
But if you`re leanin you`re cleanin until your hands turn green.
I knew a man named Jake. The crap he couldn`t take.
He said, “the manager will challenge ya. I`ll be at his wake.”
He brought a gun to the store. The manager asked what for.
He said, “I`m tired” and fired and ran out the door
But hakheem wasn`t hurt when he pulled off his shirt.
He had a vest on his chest that made the bullets not work.
(lyrics form Beverly Hillbillies then repeat 1st verse)