Paperwork Don’t Cry, Pt. II

Yeah.

Oni cracked the door.

I kicked the shit clean off the hinges.

Second Shift Samurai.

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I don’t yell, I don’t rush, I don’t spaz in the room,

I just stare at the mess and predict who’s doomed.

Same clowns, same bullshit, same lazy routine,

Always got a fuckin’ reason why they didn’t do a thing.

While you dodgin’ real work with your mouth full of lies,

We carry your weight and you still act surprised.

I don’t wanna hear shit about stress or your load,

You crack under paper, I been forged in the cold.

Excuses on loop like you proud of that shit,

Talk tough, work soft, always dodgin’ the lift.

I don’t babysit failures, I don’t sugarcoat truth,

If the numbers don’t lie, then they point back at you.

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I don’t cry, I don’t fold, I don’t plead, I don’t beg,

I apply pressure steady till I snap every thread.

They complain, I complete — yeah, I bury the proof,

Second Shift Samurai, bulletproof.

Paperwork don’t cry.

Weak fucks always do.

If the shoe fits, choke on it —

I ain’t talkin’ to you.

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Don’t come at me sideways with your sorry-ass tone,

I see through your bullshit down to marrow and bone.

You protected by chairs, titles, silence, and blame,

But strip all that shit and you bring nothin’ to the game.

I watched Oni clean up what you ran from in fear,

Didn’t bitch, didn’t whine, didn’t need a cheer.

Meanwhile you need backup, approval, a shield,

Every time real pressure start gettin’ too real.

You loud when it’s safe, real quiet when it’s due,

Talk big in a crowd, disappear when there’s truth.

I don’t scream — I let consistency kill,

I let discipline starve you, slow, surgical, still.

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I don’t cry, I don’t fold, I don’t plead, I don’t beg,

I apply pressure steady till I snap every thread.

They complain, I complete — yeah, I bury the proof,

Second Shift Samurai, bulletproof.

Paperwork don’t cry.

Dead weight always do.

If the shoe fits, choke on it —

I ain’t talkin’ to you.

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This ain’t anger, it’s clarity sharpened by time,

I’m calm when I speak ‘cause I already won mine.

I don’t argue with frauds, I don’t babysit slack,

I just document patterns and let karma attack.

You crumble when watched, need a reason, a pass,

I thrive in the dark while you draggin’ your ass.

Every mess you avoid gettin’ tossed in our lane,

Still we handle it clean without screamin’ our pain.

You don’t hate what I said — you hate what it proves,

That some of us work, and some of you lose.

I don’t need to threaten, I don’t posture or bark,

I just stand on results and let silence do the harm.

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Oh—and Mr. dick-up-your-nose,

you thought we forgot about you?

Nah.

Don’t worry about that.

We’re savin’ the best for last.

Sniper’s comin’ for you.

Second Shift Samurai don’t cry.

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