Gettin' Ahead!
By: Wayne Brown
You can’t get rich doin’ rap ‘n hip-hop
Too many drive-by shootings…pop,pop,pop!
You can’t win on the Idol that is for damn shore
They don’t take ‘em old, none over twenty-four
Possibly you could work for Donald Trump
Get you off that apprentice rump
Trump would work ya’ ‘til your fingers tired
Then he would turn and say “you’re fired!”
Playin’ the lottery is just like pissin’ in the wind
White boys don’t win it, just now n’ then
You can buy all those tickets, play it with your kin
When they announce the winner…it’s a Mexican
Well there’s always work down at the Quik-Shop
You could be wait on mom ‘n pop
Lots of Lottery tickets sellin’ pretty quick
And kiss my ass, the buyer is Hispanic
Perhaps selling cars might be your work
There’s a demo, drive it as a perk
Eatin’ might be tough though, no nutrition
That paycheck is 100% commission
Maybe you could drive a big rig
Runnin’ roads, haulin’ pig
To just get by, you’ll live the road alone
Babes don’t need men without money or a home
You might be cut out for owning a business
Customers in the door, oh happiness
But make sure you start with plenty dough
You might end up high and dry…zero cash flow
You better head on back to school
An education you must tool
That sheepskin will be all at your expense
But they ain’t hirin’; you got no experience
Life is hard, getting’ rich even more
Nothin’ up top; start down on the floor
Work and money, the elusive butterflies
Get rich fast schemes, just bullshit ‘n lies
Why work at all? It don’t pay
Just stay home, while away the day
Lay on your butt, wait for the government
To send that check, your entitlement!
© 2010 Wayne Brown