Ain’t no picnic
$1,100 a month
$25 bucks meal money
Studio with six mattresses
On floor

But no tie chocking me
Not trapped in a cubicle
As clock grinds out the hours
No punching laptop keys
Working my way down the corporate ladder

Rather argue with an ump
Than any dang boss
And the right hit
At the right time
Means I’m in the right place