Paperwork Don’t Cry

Yeah…

Second Shift Samurai.

I don’t complain. I fucking complete.

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Walked in, saw the pile, knew it smelled like bullshit,

Two days worth of work dumped cold, untouched, unhit.

Didn’t pout, didn’t whine, didn’t cry to a soul,

Just rolled my sleeves up, took control.

Meanwhile this fat fuck always got a reason to hide,

“I was busy, I was pulled, I was this, I was that,” fuckin’ lies.

Excuses stacked higher than the work he avoids,

All noise, no output, just a mouth full of void.

I bucked down, shut the fuck up, let the numbers talk back,

While he duck responsibility like a scared little rat.

I don’t need sympathy, praise, or a goddamn parade,

I just do what needs doin’ while these clowns fuckin’ fade.

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I don’t cry, motherfucker, I execute.

I don’t whine, I produce.

They all bark, I show proof —

Second Shift Samurai, bulletproof.

Paperwork don’t cry.

Bitch-made people do.

I handled what you dodged —

That’s the fuckin’ truth.

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Raised the issue calm, like a grown-ass man,

Got a head nod back and a weak-ass plan.

“Oh damn, sorry” — yeah, real fuckin’ clutch,

Translation: shut up and handle more shit, good luck.

Useless responses, backbone made of air,

They protect lazy fucks like the problem ain’t there.

Then another one parked deep in a goddamn chair,

Ass spread wide like the job don’t exist anywhere.

Won’t lift a finger, won’t step in the fire,

But quick as fuck to defend someone draggin’ the tire.

I’m bustin’ my ass while they babysit trash,

That’s why the system stays broke — too scared to slash.

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I don’t cry, motherfucker, I execute.

I don’t whine, I produce.

They all bark, I show proof —

Second Shift Samurai, bulletproof.

Paperwork don’t cry.

Dead weight always do.

I handled what you dodged —

That’s the fuckin’ truth.

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This ain’t anger, it’s discipline sharpened to steel,

I see who really works, I see who fake-ass feels.

Titles mean shit when the pressure get thick,

Only thing that matters is who gets it done, quick.

Every mess they avoid ends up dumped in my lane,

Still I clear it out without screamin’ my pain.

They crack under pressure, start cryin’ and shit,

I get quieter, colder, efficient as fuck with it.

Let ‘em talk, let ‘em cope, let ‘em bitch and deflect,

I clock out calm with the work double-checked.

While they need excuses, backup, a shield,

I got results — hard numbers, documented, sealed.

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Second Shift Samurai don’t beg.

Don’t break.

Don’t explain shit.

We just clean up the mess

lazy motherfuckers leave behind.

Clock out.