[Intro] [Rapping] [UK Hip Hop]
Yo, check the mic, one two, is this thing on?
Another day, another rejection, man, the struggle is long!
Sunrise over London, birds are chirping a tune,
But my bank account's looking like a desert in June.

[Verse 1] [Fast-paced Rap] [Slightly Comedic Tone]
Sent out a hundred CVs, tailored and neat,
Got replies like "We're impressed," then a polite "Nah, we're beat."
Applied for barista, shelf-stacker, even a dog walker,
They said I'm too qualified, or maybe just talker.
"Experience is key," they say, but how you gonna get it, fam?
When every door is locked, and you're stuck in this jam.
My mum's on my case, "When you gonna contribute, son?"
I'm trying, Mum, I swear, but this job market's no fun!

[Chorus] [Upbeat but Frustrated] [Catchy Hook]
Another day, another L, what's a brother to do?
This UK job hunt got me feeling brand new.
From Notting Hill to Birmingham, I'm chasing the dream,
But it feels like I'm swimming upstream, against the stream!
My pockets are empty, my fridge is too bare,
This "work" situation, it's just not fair!

[Verse 2] [Sarcastic Delivery] [Observational Humor]
Saw a job for a "Social Media Influencer," requirements so grim,
"Must have a million followers and a flawless skin."
Like, where am I supposed to get that from, a magic bean?
Or is it just for the mandem who already know the scene?
Then there's this one, "Entry Level," sounds real sweet,
But the salary's lower than my chances of getting a seat.
They want a PhD in Pigeon-watching, and five years' experience,
For a role that pays less than a public transport inference.

[Pre-Chorus] [Building Frustration]
Man's trying to level up, trying to make a move,
But this system's designed to keep you in the groove,
Of unemployment, that is, ain't that a joke?
Feel like I'm shouting in a void, my spirit's broke.

[Chorus] [More Energetic] [Defiant Spirit]
Another day, another L, what's a brother to do?
This UK job hunt got me feeling brand new.
From Notting Hill to Birmingham, I'm chasing the dream,
But it feels like I'm swimming upstream, against the stream!
My pockets are empty, my fridge is too bare,
This "work" situation, it's just not fair!

[Bridge] [Slightly More Serious] [Hopeful Undertone]
But I ain't gonna fold, no, I ain't gonna quit,
Gotta keep pushing, gotta find that perfect fit.
Maybe freelance, maybe start my own thing,
Gotta find a way to make my own coins sing.
This black man's got talent, got skills, got drive,
Just need a chance to really come alive!

[Outro] [Fades Out] [Mischievous Chuckle]
Yeah, a chance is all I need...
Or maybe just a lucky break.
Anyone need a rapper who's good at waiting tables?
*Sigh* Back to the job sites... Peace out!