Pink Slip Blues

Boss man slammed the door so hard. He said my time was up,

my card was barred. My hands still smell like coffee stains.

Now I'm walking home in the pouring rain. Pink slip blues, they

cut me loose. No more grind, no more excuse. Pink slip blues, what can I

do? Lost my job but I ain't lost my truth. Clocked

in early, stayed so late. Guess hard work don't

decide your fate. Tied my dreams to a paycheck line. But that riddle

broke, now the dream ain't mine. They took my