Lazy Ass People

Nothing I hate more than

lazy ass people

Call out of work for literally anything ass people.

Clock in late, 

clock out early ass people.

Sorry I’m running behind from my 30 can you cover me ass people.

Excuses on excuses on excuses ass people.

I got all four of my wisdom teeth pulled on Friday and was at work on Monday.

Swollen face, no solid food, drooling down my chin, hitting the “How can I help you?”

Once,

I left Atlanta at 3AM. Dropped my friend off in Orlando at 10AM and still made it to work on time in Tampa at 3PM.

Hoes be creative. 

Using all they energy finding ways not to work when they could just do the damn work!

Cutting corners

Skipping steps 

Fucking shit up for everybody.

Then wanna complain about not getting paid enough.

Then wanna talk about how they overqualified anyway. 

 

And I remember my mother 

wrapping prayers around her waist to working 14-hour shifts

to provide for three kids. 

I remember my stepdad 

for 17 years

pulling the sun across the sky each day to clocked in at 5am.  

I remember my brother 

grinding rain or shine for a business he started.

My sister,

ending a shift on one job and walking in the Florida heat to work her second.

 

I think of the people who work themselves into the grave.

People who can’t afford a sick day.

Running in circles with no corners to cut.

No room to be lazy

who got people relying on them. 

Bills banging at their door.

 

I’m talking about the no vacationers.

The weekends, holidays, and all nighters.

 

Working when they know they tired.

Smiling when the know they mad.

Filling their fists with faith and

creating a world that was never given to them. 

 

While y’all take it for granted.

You must never had a dream rip you out a REM cycle.

Your five-year plan must be to stay where you at.

Your forward must look a little more like stagnant. 

 

Well

I got a vision calling my name.

Got a purpose that pushes me through the pain.

There’s a heaven reserved for the hustle minded.

The bread winners.

The check chasers.

 

And to the ones who work through migraines 

and birthdays 

and deaths

keep hustling!

Stay focused!

Climb that mountain and build your mansion on it. 

The Lord said you reap what you sew.

It ain’t about whatever they doing.

Cuz we right here

we gon be alright. 

 

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