Give Me A Job - Sherika Sherard

The education blanket just got pulled from my feet

Man I really had to leave it was some funny degree

So I got to know my feet were gonna work to the top

But I never thought the bottom would be so damn hard

Had to fill an application taking up all my time

Just to get generic emails saying «no not this time»

And that job center plus man, they have no sympathy

Just a bunch of angry people, and they’re covered in bling

Oh please mister, please mister give me a job

I got three A-levels and I’m no criminal

Yeah my momma let’s me eat, but she moans when I sleep

Like my daddy always’s says girl she never is pleased

With friendly conversation I’ll give them my charm

I’ll be so high on my feet you’ll have to ring the alarm

And don’t worry about my pension cause I’ll never get old

Well I’m hoping that by then technology will live old

When it comes to writing music, man I work through the night

When it comes to inspiration, man just look at my life

But I’m never giving up because this passion is mine

So I’ll never be that loser rioting though the night

Oh please mister, please mister give me a job

I got three A-levels and I’m no criminal

Yeah my momma let’s me eat, but she moans when I sleep

Like my daddy always’s says girl she never is pleased

Oh please mister, please mister, come on please mister

Man I’m no criminal, yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no, no