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CLOCK IN DIFFERENT lyrics
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Intro
Whole city punch the clock but the clock don't punch the same 954 to the 305, different shifts, same rain
Verse 1
Posted on Sunrise since the streetlights cut on Jordans scuffed, counting wrinkled twenties by the fence Lil homie on the BMX keep circling the lot He don't know he scouting, that's technically a job I ain't proud of it, nah, I ain't comfortable FPL said sixty-two and that's non-negotiable Stomach growling like the pits on the chain next door Pops left the picture, couldn't frame it if I wanted more
Pre-chorus
What you do when the job don't exist for you When the application ask for things you never had
Chorus
Everybody clock in different Same tired look when they get home Clock in, clock in Blisters on they hands or they soul Some work the block, some work the floor Everybody clock in different Same tired look when they get home
Verse 2
She punch in at Jackson Memorial 'fore the sun think about it Scrubs still damp, thermos she been counting on like family Daughters at the sitter on 79th, forty for the week That's two hours of her labor just so she can go repeat Stairwell lunch, platanos cold, second shift at Publix Hallandale, feet numb, she moving product to the shelf Her youngest drew a mama with no face on the paper 'Cause she leave before the sunrise, home after they sleeping
Verse 3
I-95 overpass, six dudes waiting by the truck Contractor point at three, the rest of us just stuck No English past "how much" and "I can do it" Twelve hours pouring slabs in Aventura for a unit I'll never walk inside, couldn't afford the lobby floor My hands built half this city, name ain't on a door Doral, Weston, Pembroke Pines, I paved them driveways clean Daughter FaceTimes from Managua, I pretend I'm doing fine
Chorus
Everybody clock in different Same tired look when they get home Clock in, clock in Blisters on they hands or they soul Some work the block, some work the floor Everybody clock in different Same tired look when they get home
Verse 4
Twelve-hour shift at Ryder Trauma, she the one who hold the hand When the shooter and the shot-up end up on the same floor She clean the blood, she call the fam, voice steady 'cause it has to be Drive home down the Palmetto crying with the windows up Pull in the driveway, wipe her face, fix the apple juice Her son been waiting on since morning, she a hero they refuse to pay
Verse 5
I watched 'em all from the Swap Shop lot at seventeen Corner boy, the mama, the migrant, the nurse who hold the scene Every grown-up that I know got the same look in they eyes Like the check cleared but the cost was something money can't buy I don't want a job, I want a purpose that don't break me in half I want the work to mean something when they read it on my behalf
Bridge
The doctor, the dealer, and the dishwasher Cry in the same lot off Broward Boulevard Different clock, different dollar It gotta be worth it
Chorus
Everybody clock in different Same tired look when they get home Clock in, clock in Blisters on they hands or they soul Some work the block, some work the floor Everybody clock in different Same tired look when they get home
Outro
The clock don't care who you are It just takes
Inside the recording
Whole city punch the clock but the clock don't punch the same 954 to the 305, different shifts, same rain
What you do when the job don't exist for you When the application ask for things you never had
The clock don't care who you are It just takes
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