Cool — I’ll Do It My Damn Self

Yeah…

Short staff, long list, same bullshit script.

Watch this.

Short-handed again, guess who movin’ like ten bodies,

I’m sprintin’ through chaos while they scrollin’ and playin’ hobby.

Forks don’t lift themselves, bins don’t walk alone,

But everybody deaf ‘til the pressure hits bone.

I’m wired off caffeine, heartbeat sound like war drums,

Eyes bloodshot, still outwork every fuckin’ warm body.

They chill, I hustle, that’s the balance they love,

Then panic when the whole damn system held up by one.

I’m trainin’ grown adults like it’s daycare shift,

Explaining simple shit like it’s rocket science, bitch.

Supervisor lost, I’m the map and the torch,

Tryna teach order to chaos while I’m dyin’ of course.

“Oh nobody wants to help?”

Cool—fuck you, I’ll do it myself.

“Oh now you see me strugglin’?”

Nah, keep that fake concern on the shelf.

I don’t need hands when they only show late,

I been carryin’ weight while you spectate.

Funny how help shows up when I’m already broke,

When the floor’s on fire and the numbers start chokin’.

Now they wanna pitch in, act like part of the grind,

Where the fuck was that energy the whole damn time?

I’m the solution, the patch, the emergency plan,

While they freeze up askin’ “damn, what now?” again.

I don’t bark for applause, I bite through results,

Still blamed when the circus collapses in faults.

I’m runnin’ plays, movin’ freight, coverin’ slack,

While excuses get stacked thicker than pallets in back.

They call it teamwork when I’m carryin’ all,

That ain’t teamwork—that’s parasitic protocol.

“Oh nobody wants to help?”

Cool—fuck you, I’ll do it myself.

“Oh now you wanna jump in?”

Nah, save that bullshit for somebody else.

I don’t need help that arrives when I’m spent,

I needed you when the storm first hit.

This ain’t anger, it’s documented truth,

I bleed efficiency while they leak excuse.

I don’t scream for credit, I demand respect,

Big difference—learn that shit next.

I ain’t superhuman, just forced to adapt,

When lazy gets protected and effort gets taxed.

So remember this moment when you ask why I’m cold,

I froze my empathy watchin’ you fold.

So next time it’s heavy and nobody moves,

Don’t look my way like I got somethin’ to prove.

I already proved it—over and over again.

Second Shift Samurai.

Black Lotus Viper.

Clock out the bullshit