Job it Once
We are born once in a lifetime
still people think they don't have time
open your eyes and look
near you and around you
people wearing suits
people wearing aprons
people wearing uniforms.
Everyone has their own "thing"
but I don't.
Why?
They have family, I don't.
They have money, I don't.
They have a job, I don't.
But now I cannot let myself be caged,
I also must stand for myself,
for what I am worth for
for what I deserve
because we only life it once,
and job it once
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