Read Your Own Schedule

Yeah…

Second Shift Samurai Squad, stand the fuck up.

Sniper on the clock—

Apparently nobody in charge knows how time works.

You wrote the schedule, then forgot your own shit,

Staring at the paper like the numbers won’t click.

Same damn start, same fuckin’ line,

But you look at me crazy like I’m the one lyin’.

Five on the clock, night already black,

You swear I was earlier—pull that bullshit back.

Talkin’ lunch rules you don’t even grasp,

Arguin’ with facts like facts gotta ask.

I ask one question, your brain short-circuits,

Eyes go blank like the system just bricked.

You made the plan, now you mad at me?

That ain’t leadership, bitch—that’s comedy.

You don’t know the time, you don’t know shit,

You don’t know the job but you talk like you legit.

Clock keep tickin’, brain stay froze,

How the fuck you supervise when you fuckin’ lost?

Then twelve-thirty-seven hit—now you awake,

“Maybe I should walk the floor,” bitch, you late.

Maybe?!

You been clocked in half the damn night,

Ass welded to the chair, now you movin’ outta spite.

That ain’t command, that’s panic kickin’ in,

Only move when the pressure start pressin’ your skin.

I been runnin’ circles while you hid in a room,

Now you pop out actin’ like a fuckin’ cartoon.

I carry the weight, you carry excuses,

I bring proof, you bring fuckin’ confusion.

If clueless paid bills you’d live like a king,

Whole operation runnin’ off the dumb shit you bring.

You don’t know the time, you don’t know shit,

You don’t know the job but you talk like you legit.

Clock keep tickin’, brain stay froze,

How the fuck you supervise when you fuckin’ lost?

I spit fast ‘cause the facts pile quick,

Every bar hit harder ‘cause the truth that thick.

I don’t gotta yell, I just peel your mask,

Every line showin’ cracks in the role you act.

You manage on paper, I manage the fire,

You confused by numbers, I move like a wire.

Don’t blame the worker ‘cause your math fucked up,

That’s your fuckin’ mess—own that shit, what’s up?

Second Shift Samurai built off stress,

We adapt, we execute, we clean your mess.

You late to the floor, late to the truth,

Late to the moment you realized you fuckin’ lose.

So next time you guess, don’t guess on me,

Read what you wrote—accountability.

Pink Slip Sniper logged in, damage done,

Clock exposed, position overrun.

Second Shift Samurai Squad—

Still movin’ while you cry and “figure it out.”