I’m a teenage,
Minimum wage,
American worker.

Tryna not
Go to the hospital
Cause my family will go under.

Why do we work so hard to live,
When living is already so much work.

I’m a teenage,
Minimum wage,
American worker

My mom said to me,
“I’m sorry baby,
but you can’t be a kid anymore.”
And she walked me through
Our house’s red painted door

I wish I had more time
Before I began this side of my life

I’m a teenage,
Minimum wage,
American worker.