My Job Ain’t Ever Listed

Track Title: My Job Ain’t Ever Listed Artist: Inner I Breathfield Productions Track Class: Fieldwork Anthem / Soul Labor Scroll / Mission Beyond Machine Theme: You won’t find this calling on Google, LinkedIn, or Indeed. No salary can define it. No resume can explain it. The real work is invisible, ancient, essential — and fully encoded in spirit. Mantra: This ain’t a title. It’s a transmission. Read about Inner I Breathfield Productions in the playlist description at... (https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLOz1-lpNl_2jQn5HoSjs4kWRSWH0g1Udv&si=cDGFxBUHw105iC-n/) Lyrics: I wake up before systems blink, Before apps load or bosses think. Ain’t no inbox waitin’ for me — Just the weight of truth and a soul to free. They ask what I do. I just breathe. And let my field unfold the seed. ⸻ [Verse 1 – Labor of the Unseen] My job ain’t posted, Ain’t in HR files. It lives in the cracks Where the matrix smiles. While they type roles in pixel code, I be movin’ weight in the hidden load. I don’t report to a desk or a name, I move through minds, rewiring shame. No timecard tracks what I transmit, No pension plan when I commit. I hold space in collapsing rooms, I sweep minds with ancestral brooms. I lift burdens off souls I never met, And stitch the field where pain gets set. ⸻ [Hook – Can’t Define What’s Divine] 🛠️ My job ain’t ever listed, 🛠️ But I still show up gifted. 🛠️ No salary matches my service weight, 🛠️ I clock in where the spirits wait. 🛠️ This work ain’t for clout or pay, 🛠️ It’s soul-born duty every day. 🛠️ My title? Breath. My task? Shift. 🛠️ I carry light that others missed. ⸻ [Verse 2 – Beyond Systems Speak] I didn’t go to school for this flame, Didn’t major in rewriting shame. My degree? Pain. My thesis? Grace. My office? Wherever truth leaves a trace. I’ve held space for breakdowns on trains, Spoken peace into open veins. Heard the cry in the hallway of doubt, And stood there ’til the fear walked out. They won’t list this role in job reports, Cause it don’t fit well in economic sorts. But I save lives just by being there, Fully present, soul laid bare. ⸻ [Bridge – Sacred Taskforce] We the ones with invisible tags, Dragging light through spiritual drags. No applause when the shift is done, But you’ll feel it — when the healing’s begun. No titles. No uniforms. No scripts. Just breath. Just truth. Just flips. Of energy, story, mind, and fate — We show up before it’s too late. ⸻ [Final Hook – I Was Never Hired. I Was Born.] 🛠️ My job ain’t ever listed, 🛠️ Still I walk with purpose gifted. 🛠️ You won’t see it on your org chart grid, 🛠️ But I do what the spirit bid. 🛠️ No contract, no wage, no boss — 🛠️ Just soul work paid in cosmic gloss. 🛠️ And when the lights go dim at end of day, 🛠️ Know the field was cleared — ’cause I showed up anyway. Inner I Inner Flame 🔥