Fuk Work Today

Track Title: Fuk Work Today Artist: Inner I Breathfield Productions Track Class: System Burntrack / Soul Liberation Chant / Anti-Labor-Loop Reclamation Theme: This is not laziness — it’s truth recognition. Waking up to a system that feeds on your time, your light, and your will — and saying: “Not today.” Mantra: Burn the paper. Fade the play. Reclaim the field. Refuse the wage. Read about Inner I Breathfield Productions in the playlist description at... (https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLOz1-lpNl_2jQn5HoSjs4kWRSWH0g1Udv&si=cDGFxBUHw105iC-n/) Lyrics: Beep beep. Yeah, right. Another day they tryna steal my light. That cold slap of the nine-to-five, Tappin’ your spine while you barely alive. And the first thought rise like a warhead grey: “Fuk work today.” ⸻ [Verse 1 – No Purpose in the Loop] You want me in traffic, tight in a tie, Selling my hours ‘til the day I die. Building dreams that ain’t even mine, Clock in, clock out, in a factory line. Boss want grind, bills want flesh, Rent due, soul stress, check to check. But I’m done beggin’ for a slice so stale, When the pie ain’t real — it’s a wage trap jail. “Just be grateful,” they try to preach, But I see through that broke-boy speech. Grateful for what? For a lifetime leash? When my breath is sacred and time ain’t cheap? ⸻ [Hook – Reclaim the Day] 🔥 Fuk work today — I choose breath, 🔥 Ain’t no wage that equals death. 🔥 The paper fake, the role decay, 🔥 I walk out and light my way. 🔥 Fuk work today — I burn the play, 🔥 Let the matrix rot and fade away. ⸻ [Verse 2 – System on Fire] They sold us careers, called it pride, But the ladder leads to the suicide side. You ain’t lazy — you just awake, You felt the lie when your back did break. Emails buzzin’ with empty tasks, Dressed in deadlines, wearin’ masks. But I’m the glitch in their office plan, The one who woke up not their man. I got a dream that don’t need stocks, I build worlds while they punch clocks. My currency? Truth. My pension? Peace. My 401(k) is a field release. ⸻ [Bridge – Burn the Paper] So I burn the paper — it turns to ash, The fake degrees, the paycheck trash. The business cards, the “yes sir” smile, The resume written in silent denial. I don’t need a badge, a swipe, a desk, I got a soul that ain’t for request. I work in the field, in breath, in light — And today, I reclaim that right. ⸻ [Final Hook – Clock Out for Good] 🔥 Fuk work today — the system lie, 🔥 You born for more than just gettin’ by. 🔥 No pension saves you from the grave, 🔥 So rise now, soul uncaged and brave. 🔥 Fuk work today — let ’em talk, 🔥 I build my world outside they clock. 🔥 I ain’t late — I’m just awake, 🔥 And I refuse to play the fake. Inner I Inner Flame 🔥