Track Lyrics:
[Ehab Hilali]
Now after five years, and instead of getting better pay, better benefits like a Starbucks worker, like an Amazon worker, we go backwards, we get less pay, we work more hours, with less benefits, this is not acceptable!
[WiLLMiND the Poet]
From dawn to far past dusk:
“Trust the process, put in the work for your worth”
This is the way of the world whirled around.
We live in a world on two different axles,
Four wheels to get by,
One steering wheel,
And two ways we can go,
Where one is always closed.
“We live in a world on two different axles,”
The aux cord quoting Kendrick
As I finish a ride on Kenrick Street,
The last of the night,
But the vibe is not at all right
It’s a cage wage fight
Watching W2s vs 1099s
Forgetting the 1040s or 1120s.
Gotta have the instant pay to play,
But we need assets and ownership, in a real way
[Ehab Hilali]
We are the driver, we have to do it
This is where we get our money,
And put the food on the table for our kids
If we don’t do it for ourselves,
Nobody gonna do it for us (right)
We are the driver, we have to do it
[WiLLMiND the Poet]
Like a tribe called to reach this quest
We “Go Ahead in the Rain”
But let me explain
The gas pedal brain
Behind this window pain
Seeing in a daze, “the windows of the world”
Look wet, yet
Paid in a denomination of self-determination
Keep my autonomy with my auto
It’s a high I can’t lie but
It’s not enough
For the execs and the big techs
Pressured for dividends
While the midnight marauders
Pickup McDonalds for immobile eaters
(end the exploitation)
We
Hold space for a grieving father
Give AC when it’s hotter and hotter
Bring the heat for the frozen globe-trotter
We move the world forward
It’s not enough.
When is “Good Work”
Good enough?
Some American’t dream
In a war of attrition
This race to the bottom,
How little can a platform pay
While still being able to play
The ol’ “deactivate-a-driver”
(we need due process)
(end the exploitation)
We live in a world on two different axles:
A guilded age with overpaid CEOs
A driven age with drivers’ guild growth
(we need collective bargaining)
One of speculation selling on animal spirits,
One of action and service done well.
Well, the course of discourse is off.
Of course, not just minimum wage
Or a Wager of reasonable wage
But Wage a guess that a human
Has humanity to live and provide
A wealth of wealth.
But maybe we’d rather horde and hide
Caught between Milton Friedman and John Milton;
A thousand pay-per-cuts made in budgets that bleed from skin.
We remember:
These gas pedals, are ours;
These all-day hours, we own.
Remember, or don’t:
While siphoning more and more pay,
How a gas station predator turned prey:
He forgot, he plays with fire.
(engines don’t run on EBITDA either)
We live in a world on two different axles,
Four wheels to get by,
One steering wheel,
All ours
Owned over all these hours
And when we all
Remember:
We all
Own
All
Of
It.
One World, Two Axles 