Generic hip hop Artist - Employees or NPCs

Clock in, repeat the script,
Press “A” to smile, don’t quit.
Your quest log’s filled with errands
That no one asked you to commit.
Grinding levels, earning gold,
Not a story, just control.
Selling hours of your soul,
For a role you never chose.

Employees or NPCs?
Marching loops on broken streets.
Jobs that don’t need to exist,
But keep the bosses rich.
Who’s the hero, who’s the pawn?
Who gets written, who’s just drawn?
Employees or NPCs —
Can you tell which side you’re on?

Give for free, they call it “waste,”
But chained for pay, it’s “hard work’s grace.”
Charity’s a glitch, they say,
Better sell your time away.
Push the cart, repeat the line,
Trade your spark for their design.
An endless cycle, out of sync,
Factory dreams that make you shrink.

Employees or NPCs?
Scripted lives, no agency.
Soulless labor, ticking clocks,
Chained inside invisible locks.
Who’s the player, who’s the game?
Different faces, all the same.
Employees or NPCs —
Just a crowd with borrowed names.

Press start, load save,
Wake up, behave.
Is it freedom, is it wage?
Just another pre-set stage.
What’s the quest you’d write instead,
If not the one inside your head?
Would you still repeat this scene,
Or finally break routine?

Employees or NPCs?
Grinding lives for currencies.
Work for money, not for need,
Starving purpose, feeding greed.
Who’s alive and who just spawns,
Fading in when shift comes on?
Employees or NPCs —
Either way, the crowd moves on.