This one is actually good and straight.
Man, they got Theo.
This one is actually good and straight.
Man, they got Theo.
Waking up with the light of dawn, Because the electricity got cut off, Taking the bus like my forefathers did, To harvest my own morning plasma,
Fresh. Pure.
My veins are complimented by the black phlebotomist ladies. Due to my tremendous 6'4" height, and 235 lbs weight,
They can take the maximum amount of plasma legally allowed from me, And pay me fifty dollars more than the shivering negress mother next to me.
A hundo and twenty-five for me bodily fluids today
Sometimes they pay more Mostly less
Regardless, now that the early morning bloodletting is done,
Need to eat, and harvest some electrons, lest my phone die,
Walk to the Popeyes,
And smell the fryer oil burning, As the Indian franchise owner yells at the Latina cashier, And I am comforted by America...
Order a chicken sandwich, And am thankful for the fact they still have occasional electric outlets at the booth.
It is hard, Living off the Land. Hang out there for a full hour, Waiting for my phone to fully charge,
Had to listen to at least four customers Complaining about the lack of pickles On their spicy chicken sandwiches They always seem to forget that But do you know what?
It is always better to live off the Land, than to be a Slave.
Waking up with the light of dawn,
Because the electricity got cut off,
Taking the bus like my forefathers did,
To harvest my own morning plasma,
Fresh.
Pure.
My veins are complimented by the black phlebotomist ladies.
Due to my tremendous 6'4" height, and 235 lbs weight,
They can take the maximum amount of plasma legally allowed from me,
And pay me fifty dollars more than the shivering negress mother next to me.
A hundo and twenty-five for me bodily fluids today
Sometimes they pay more
Mostly less
Regardless, now that the early morning bloodletting is done,
Need to eat, and harvest some electrons, lest my phone die,
Walk to the Popeyes,
And smell the fryer oil burning,
As the Indian franchise owner yells at the Latina cashier,
And I am comforted by America...
Order a chicken sandwich,
And am thankful for the fact they still have occasional electric outlets at the booth.
It is hard,
Living off the Land.
Hang out there for a full hour,
Waiting for my phone to fully charge,
Had to listen to at least four customers
Complaining about the lack of pickles
On their spicy chicken sandwiches
They always seem to forget that
But do you know what?
It is always better to live off the Land, than to be a Slave.