Punch Card Prophet

[Verse]

Boxes stacked twelve high, the forklift hums a working lullaby,

Sixteen years of shifts and I've been tracing plans I'm building by,

Pencil in my pocket, sketching blueprints on a napkin torn,

Every stack's a chisel, watch the vision get reborn,

I clock in tired, clock out driven, difference is discipline,

Stack the hours, count the pattern, study every way it spins,

My manager don't know it but I'm learning his whole system here,