Returning to my roots

The ball's in motion, it's time for a promotion
So what, what, what's the commotion?
Recession? Man that word's just depressing
I work hard…and at 5 dollars an hour, man I'm kinda stressing
Love me or leave me, eat the turkey or pass the dressing
But your excuses don't faze me when your pocket's fatter than mine
You leave on time and sip the fine wine
While I'm left behind and then unnecessarily criticized
I hide my eyes, but please know I hide despise
You have nothing to fear, but underestimating me is unwise
Don't get caught with your mouth open when shit flies