Lyrics
[Verse]
Steel-toed boots, mud caked on my soles,
Measure Earth’s veins, marking invisible goals.
Transit spinning, but my pockets stay still,
Got a laser on the land, but can’t laser the bills.
Union dues heavy, sweat stains my collar,
Clock in for nickels, but I’m dreamin’ of dollars.
Survey the acres, the hills, and the plains,
But the only elevation’s in my growing disdain.
[Chorus]
Underpaid, underpaid, I’m grindin’ for scraps,
Pushing rods in the dirt, but I’m stuck in the gaps.
Union money’s a dream, I’m tired of the fight,
Local 12 gotta hear me, I’m demanding my rights.
[Verse 2]
Level my tripod, but my life ain’t aligned,
Runnin’ grids on the ground, still trapped in the grind.
Bossman’s clipboard, got me feelin’ erased,
A dot on his map, just a line to be traced.
Hard hat dreams, but the pay’s so soft,
Got a sight on the future, but the aim feels off.
Theodolite’s steady, but my patience shakes,
Survey my soul, see how much more it takes.
[Chorus]
Underpaid, underpaid, I’m grindin’ for scraps,
Pushing rods in the dirt, but I’m stuck in the gaps.
Union money’s a dream, I’m tired of the fight,
Local 12 gotta hear me, I’m demanding my rights.
Style
rapgritty basslineraw male vocalshard-hitting boom-bapsparse piano loops
Prompt
Local 12 land surveyor, feels under paid and wants more union money., rap
Credits
Prompt byBohemianVector961
GeneratedJul 28, 2025
ModelAria v4