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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Mr. Lif]Live From the Plantation |
| home : | http://chriskwon.hihome.com |
{*alarm ringing*} "Oh my fucking god man, ahhh. fucking serious" "¿À Á¨Àå ¸¿¼Ò»ç, ¾Æ, ½É°¢Çѵ¥" Jesus Christ, man. already? ÀÌ·²¼ö°¡, ¹ú½á? Man, time flies like a motherfucker." ºô¾î¸ÔÀ», ½Ã°£ Âü »¡¸® °¡´Â±º" Rise and shine! Yet another day to toss away ÀϾ ½Ã°£! ¿À´Ãµµ ³»´øÁ®Áú ÇÏ·ç Çϳª ´õ What does my clock display? It says eight ½Ã°è¿£ ¹¹¶ó°í ³ª¿ÍÀÖÁö? 8½Ã Shit, I'm late for work again, so then Á¨Àå, ¶Ç Á÷Àå¿¡ Áö°¢À̾ß, ±×·¡¼ I dip with my pad and my pen ³ Á¾ÀÌ¿Í ÆæÀ» ¿òÄÑÁãÁö Step into the work place with my work face Á÷Àå¿ë Ç¥Á¤À» Áþ°í ȸ»ç·Î µé¾î°¡ Wince at my time card cuz I'm scarred Àá½Ã ¿òÂñÇßÁö, ŸÀÓ Ä«µå¿¡ ¼ÕÀÌ º£¾ú°Åµç Mad cuz I sacrifice my day and gets me ¿À´Ãµµ ÇϷ縦 ³¶ºñÇÏ·Á´Ï Ȱ¡ ³ª A trifling hourly wage of six fifty, nifty 6½Ã°£ ¹Ý¿¡ ÇØ´çÇÏ´Â ½Ã°£´ç ÀÓ±Ý, Àͼ÷ÇÏÁö Now I'm off to slave quarters ÀÌÁ¦ ³ë¿¹µéÀÇ ¹æÀ¸·Î °¡º¼±î With a whole bunch of other people's sons and daughters ¼ö¸¹Àº »ç¶÷µéÀÇ ¾Æµé µþÀÌ ¸ð¿©ÀÖ´Â °÷ Working so they can be mothers and fathers ¾ö¸¶ ¾Æºü°¡ µÇ±â À§ÇØ ÀÏÇÏ´Â °÷ Laboring real hard, hoping the boss offers ¾öû ¶¡ È긮¸é¼, º¸½º°¡ ¾ðÁ¨°¡ More petty cash to his bums and paupers °ÅÁö °°Àº Àڽſ¡°Ô Ǭµ·À» ´õ ÁÖ±æ ¹Ù¶óÁö Kissing his ass cuz they hoping they prosper ¼º°øÇÏ±æ ¹Ù¶ó¹Ç·Î ¾ÆºÎ¸¦ ¶³Áö Here's the math: ¿©±â °£´ÜÇÑ ¼öÇнÄ: You work a thirty a day, away ³Í ÇÏ·ç¿¡ 30¾¿ ¹ú¸é¼ »ì°í The government takes a thirty a check, correct Á¤ºÎ´Â ¼¼±ÝÀ¸·Î 30¾¿ ¶¼¾î°¡, ±×Ä¡? You go home and drink cuz you don't get Áý¿¡ °¡¼´Â ¼ú¸¸ ¸¶¼Å, ÀüÇô An ounce of respect, and your spirit is wrecked Á¸Áß¹ÞÁö ¸øÇÏ´Â µ¥´Ù°¡ ¸¶À½¼Óµµ ¸Á°¡Á³À¸´Ï±î Life is a gift to be enjoyed, every second every minute »îÀ̶õ ¸ÅÃÊ, ¸ÅºÐÀ» Áñ°Ü¾ßÇÒ ¼±¹° It's temporary, not infinite ¹«ÇÑÇÑ °Ô ¾Æ´Ï¶ó ¼ø°£ÀûÀÎ °Í Yet I find myself looking at the clock ±Ùµ¥ ³ ¶Ç ½Ã°è¸¦ ÃÄ´Ùº¸³× hoping for the day to fly by, so I ask myself "Why?" ±×Àú ½Ã°£ÀÌ »¡¸® Áö³ª°¡±æ ¹Ù¶óÁö, ÀÌÁ¦ Àڽſ¡°Ô ¹°¾îºÁ "¿ÖÁö?" I'm doing this remedial work for second graders ¿Ö 2·ùµéÀÇ µÚ¸¦ ºÁÁÖ±â À§ÇÑ ÀÏÀ̳ª Çϴ°ÅÁö? I'm an educator with mega-flavor, so ³ ¾öû³ ¸ÚÀ» ¼ÒÀ¯ÇÑ ±³À°ÀÚ, ±×·¯´Ï Maybe I should just jump up and get ill ±×³É ¶Ù¾î¿Ã¶ó ¹ÌÃĹö¸±±î Maybe I should let these people know they're being killed ±×³É »ç¶÷µé¿¡°Ô ÀÚ±â³×µéÀÌ Á׾°í ÀÖ´Ù´Â °É °¡¸£ÃÄÁÙ±î Maybe I should try my very best to chill, and get paid ¾Æ´Ô ±×³É ÈïºÐ °¡¶ó¾ÉÈ÷°í µ·À̳ª ¹ú±î Cuz I gotta pay bills, raa! µý°Ô ¾Æ´Ï°í ¼¼±Ý ³»¾ßÇÏÀݾÆ, À¸¾Æ! "Excuse me brother, can you please stop making that noise "½Ç·ÊÇÕ´Ï´Ù, Á» ½Ã²ô·´°Ô ÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾ÒÀ¸¸é ÁÁ°Ú´Âµ¥¿ä so I can talk? Thank you. Now the boss says he wants you to come up ¾ê±â°¡ ¾Èµé·Á¿ä. °¨»çÇÕ´Ï´Ù. »çÀå´ÔÀÌ ´ç½Åº¸°í Á¡°ËÇ¥ Ä«ÇÇ µé°í with more copies of these checks, and the last thing he wants is you to »¡¸® ¿À·¡¿ä, ¾È ±×·¯¸é ³»Å°Áö´Â ¾ÊÁö¸¸ ÁöÇÏ¿¡ ÀÖ´Â »ç¹«½Ç·Î move the desk to the basement, and can I have this stapler?" Ã¥»óÀ» ¿Å±æ °Å·¡¿ä, ¾Æ ÀÌ ½ºÅ×ÀÌÇ÷¯ °¡Á®°¡µµ µÇÁÒ?" ("Hey there champ, big boss man says you been late ("À̺Á Ä£±¸, »çÀåÀÌ ³Ê 3ÀÏ ¿¬¼Ó Áö°¢ÀÌ¶ó´øµ¥ 3 days in a row, better sharpen up") ±äÀå Á» Ÿ¶ó±¸") Aw, this fucking place sucks - same shit everyday ¾Æ, ¿©±â ÁøÂ¥ ÁøÀý¸Ó¸®³ª - ¸ÅÀÏ °°Àº ÀÏ Like to wring the boss' neck though, if only dreams could come true ²ÞÀ» ÀÌ·ê ¼ö ÀÖ´Ù¸é, ¸ÕÀú »çÀåÀÇ ¸ñÀ» ºñƲ¾î¹ö¸®°í ½Í¾î Dead boss, somebody call Red Cross º¸½º »ç¸Á, ´©°¡ Àû½ÊÀÚ¸¦ ºÒ·¯ I guess he got caught up in my mental holocaust ³» Á¤½ÅÀû È¥¶õÀÇ ÇÇÇØÀÚ°¡ µÇ¹ö·È±º How much did it cost? ´ë°¡°¡ ¹¹³Ä°í? Just a little piece of my mind for peace of mind ¾à°£ÀÇ Á¤½ÅÀÌ»ó°ú ¸Â¹Ù²Û ¸¶À½ÀÇ ÆòÈ "But he's bleeding!" Oh no, leave him. He'll be fine "Çǰ¡ ³ª°í ÀÖÀݾÆ!" ¾Æ, ±×³É ³»¹ö·ÁµÖ, ±¦ÂúÀ»°Å¾ß He'll heal on his own if you just give him some time ½Ã°£¸¸ ÁÖ¸é Áö È¥ÀÚ ¸»Â¯ÇØÁú°É Considering the fact that his face is misaligned ±×ÀÇ ¾ó±¼ ±¸Á¶°¡ ¾à°£ ¹Ù²î¾ú°í His legs are over there lying right next to his spine ´Ù¸®´Â ôÃß ¿·¿¡ ³õ¿©ÀÖ´Â »óÅÂÁö¸¸ ¸»¾ß "Lunchtime!" Huh? Oh, Jesus, must have been daydreaming "Á¡½É½Ã°£!" ÀÀ? ¿À ÀÌ·±, ¶Ç µý »ý°¢ Çß³ªº¸±º My boss walks by, he's looking just like an asshole »çÀåÀÌ °É¾î¿Í, ÁøÂ¥ ¸ÓÀú¸® °°Àº ¸ð½ÀÀ¸·Î Smiling because he jerks niggas for minimum cash flow µ· ¾ó¸¶ ¾²Áö ¾Ê°í ¿ì¸± ºÎ·Á¸Ô´Â µ¥ ÈíÁ·Çß´Ù´Âµí ¹Ì¼Ò¸¦ Áþ³× He's cool to my face but I swear I heard him laugh though ³» ¾Õ¿¡¼± Ä§ÂøÇÏÁö¸¸, ºÐ¸í ¿ôÀ½¼Ò¸± µé¾ú¾î Tickled by the fact that I'm the modern day Sambo ³»°¡ Çö´ëÀÇ Sambo¶ó´Â »ç½ÇÀÌ ¿ô°å³ªºÁ And just when I think that I'm about to go Rambo ±×·¡¼ Ramboó·³ ¹Ý¶õÀ» ÀÏÀ¸Å°·Á´Â ¼ø°£ I call up my man and he says he understands, yo Ä£±¸¿¡°Ô ÀüÈÇß´õ´Ï, ´Ù ÀÌÇØÇÑ´ë³× We all are being murdered by a similar process ¿ì¸° ¸ðµÎ ºñ½ÁÇÑ °úÁ¤À» ÅëÇØ Á׾°¡ Whether you work at the candy store ´Ï°¡ ĵµð °¡°Ô¿¡¼ ÀÏÇϵç Or slave at the office »ç¹«½Ç¿¡¼ ³ë¿¹·Î ÀÏÇϵç The purpose of our life is just to serve the economy ¿ì¸® »îÀÇ ¸ñÀûÀº °æÁ¦ ±¸Á¶¸¦ ÁöÅÊÇÏ´Â °Í They misinform our minds to paint a picture of harmony ±×µéÀº Á¶È·Î¿î dz°æÀ» ¸¸µé·Á°í À߸øµÈ Á¤º¸¸¦ °¡¸£Ä¡Áö But if you listen then you know that shits out of tune ÇÏÁö¸¸ Àß µé¾îºÁ, ¾ÕµÚ°¡ ¾È ¸Â´Â °Íµé Cuz the function of our life is just to work and consume ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ±â´ÉÀº ±×Àú ÀÏÇÏ°í ¼ÒºñÇϰí Fuck reaching out to help the next, there ain't any room ¿·»ç¶÷¿¡°Ô µµ¿òÀ» ±¸ÇÏ´Â °Ç Æ÷±âÇØ, ±×»ç¶÷µµ ¿©À¯´Â ¾ø¾î Just close your eyes and block your ears and march to your doom ±×³É ´«À» °¨°í ±Í¸¦ ¸·°í Àý¸ÁÀÇ ³ª³¯·Î ÇâÇÏÁö But since I really ain't getting paid for my time Ç㳪 ³» ½Ã°£À» ¹ö¸° ´ë°¡¸¦ Á¦´ë·Î ¸ø ¹ú°í ÀÖÀ¸´Ï I pulled out my pen and started writing a rhyme ´Ù½Ã ÆæÀ» ²¨³» ¶óÀÓÀ» Àû¾î³»·Á°¡Áö Can't you see that I'm busy, jerk? ³»°¡ ¹Ù»Û °Å ¾È º¸¿©, ¹Ùº¸¾ß? Don't you dare approach me with busy work ¶Ç ¹Ù»Û ÀϰŸ® °¡Áö°í ³»°Ô ¿ÀÁö¸¶ Take another step and get hurt ÇÑ ¹ßÀÚ±¹¸¸ ´õ ¶¼¸é ´ÙÄ¥°Å¾ß By the man that embodies mad years of anger ¸î³â°£ÀÇ ºÐ³ë°¡ ½Çü·Î µå·¯³ Àΰ£, ±×°Ô ³ª¾ß A cool bro, soon to be the Boston Strangler ³ÃÁ¤ÇÑ Ä£±¸, ÀÌÁ¦ °ð BostonÀÇ ¸ñÁ¶¸£±â ¼±¼ö°¡ µÉµíÇØ Everything inside of me is about to erupt ³» ¼ÓÀÇ ¸ðµç °ÍÀÌ Æø¹ßÇϱâ Á÷Àü Cuz a righteous individual just likes to corrupt ±×Àú ½â¾î°¡´Â Á¤´çÇÑ ÇÑ ¸íÀÇ Àΰ£ I knew he'd lock me up if I started a brawl ¹°·Ð ¶Ç ¸»½éÀ» ÀÏÀ¸Å°¸é ±×°¡ ³¯ °¡µÎ°ÚÁö So I deaden, and I punch the clock the fuck off the wall ±×·¡¼ ÀÔ´Ù¹°°í, ´ë½Å º®¿¡ °É¸° ½Ã°è¿¡ ÁÖ¸ÔÀ» ³¯·Á "Yea that's right motherfucker "±×·¡ ÀÌ °³ÀÚ½Ä¾Æ you can't keep underpaying people and mistreating them all the time Ç×»ó »ç¶÷µéÇÑÅ× µ·µµ Àû°Ô ÁÖ°í ÇԺηΠ´ëÇÏ¸é ¾ÈµÇ´Â°Å¾ß That's gonna resort to crime. ±×°Ç ¹üÁ˶ó°í As a matter of fact, you know what? »ç½Ç ¸»¾ß, ±×°Å ¾Ë¾Æ? Faks, yo cut this motherfucker, man." Faks, yo ½ºÅ©·¡Ä¡ ºÎÅ¹ÇØ" 9-1-1 |
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