Amazon Bhx1

This is the place where courage disappears,
You can try to survive, but trouble's are always here.
Only Vegas got swagger on this kind of scale,
And the way some people switch up,brothers, it's hard to tell.

It's Amazon Fulfillment, yeah,yeash is BHX 1,
More than just a warehouse ,yeah,yeah,
You gotta prove you're the one,yeah,yeah,
Romanians,British,Bulgarians,etc, everybody on the same floor,you know,
Receivers, pickers, stowers, packers, they all wanting for more.

Old guard,new blood,all playng their part,
Carts and totes,every shift goes hard,
You gotta learn the game brother, understand the scene,
At Amazon Fulfillment, you face it all, all blended together yoo...

Everything gets mixed up, it's a crazy maze,
Here’s where we work, where you’ll always be,
No advice to give, no papers to sign
We're Amazonians for life,Brothers till the end.

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You can say your prayers,
Start believing in miracles too,
But what do you do when you see them through?
They’re coming now,with those carts full of cherries!
Run,run, here come those f****g cherry Pickers,F****g cherry pickeeeers!!oh yeah.

Got radical solutions like the hustlers on the rise,
Boosting all their rates with a few creative lies.
At Amazon you might catch complaints that hit hard,
While managers sit smiling through your HR sessions.

“Still, troublemakers mess up everything on sight,
Real leaders don’t last, they’re gone in the night,
They take complaints, then they vanish from view,
Ops keeps telling stories, making every catch a whale,
But behind the big talk, you can see the system fail...

Chain reactions everywhere, pickers "hit the ground",
HR's collecting resignations all around.
The next guy in line keeps pushing through the crowd,
Stepping over people, standing tall and proud.

And I learned one lesson that I'll carry to the end:
You can trust yourself, but don't depend on friends.
Management ain't feeling me, that's probably true,
But this Latin blood inside me keeps me pushing through.

Chorus

You can say your prayers,
Start believing in miracles too,
But what do you do when you see them through?
They’re coming now,with those carts full of cherries!
Run,run, here come those f****g cherry Pickers,F****g cherry pickeeeers!!oh yeah.

Back when all the stories sounded almost like a dream,
Managers wrote the rules and divided every team.
That's when all the lines were drawn,
That's when cards were dealt,
That's when everybody learned
What pressure really felt.

The conflict changed its weapons,
Targets stayed the same,
Now the safety vests are armor
In a different kind of game.

Still the carts keep moving,
Still the headlines look grim,
Now they using cameras, meetings,
Pushing people over their limits..

And there's still no sign
That the fighting's gonna cease,
Managers gather forces,
Trying to take the carts away,
That's the latest plan they have—
Maybe next year, guys...or maybe not..hahahaha

Hip hop, Hip Hop