Lyrics:
Donegal, Tyrone & Derry
Their numbers were few but they did the job of many
Eight weeks went by and the path was clear
Fifty-seven men had all
Children stop to steel, listen to me
God walked down by the Briny sea
Beheld evil of the sinful men
Declared that he would destroy the land
Spoke to Noah
to fly by on my black Yamaha, that's winging
Some man do the crime and talk but that's singing
Not many man have been in the wars that I've been in
I
‘cause I
didn't know the nightclub work and I didn't take any chance. So [I] went
back to the steel mill in East St. Louis, and worked there five years. I
you if you make it
So they pray you fail
Petty bitches run their mouth
Jake want you in jail
That's the life of a Made Men
Tighten the game plan
Come
For a moment then I was low
Pick up the mo-men-tum
Don't let it slow, no
For a moment then
I was low-o-o-oow
Pick up the mo-men-tum
Don't let it
Stanley Kolodziejpski and Nicky Suppa
Ran the cage in the No5 Shaft at the Mine
It wasn't the backbreaking work of a mucker
At four bucks a day they
Hey N*ggas
I hope you all listening now
I gotta say some truth mahn
The future is in our hands
Saw my day stuck in work so we never talked
Just my
biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn't have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
that they ever showed
On Nick at night
And denace -N- spencer would be like one less
Than a few older women, when I get them two
Men to pause and by
Liliane Michel
04.02.2020 (c) Suisa Bullen Music Productions
I DO GET TIRED
I do get tired
To be admired
By men with a low level of self esteem
When I say my prayers
Ah ah ah ah
Aint that I mean working
Work and me are travellers
Journey in together
To the promise land
But old men sorrows
March
Tilting a string here
Pulling a wire there
Like female gods
At play…
Then one by one
Each woman
Used scissors to snip the strings
Supporting their
Men
take follow me
God nah you i trust I no go leave till you bless me
I no dey put my trust on men because surely them must to fail me
Nah turn by turn
the land I love the best
In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and windward spray
Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave
Well,
the best
In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and windward spray
Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave
Well, she tore their boats
Wasn't laughing shit wasn't a joke nigga
Now I might retire early never work again
Used to be city boys now we suburban men
U know them guys over there
so high
I'm just tryna get by
Making ends meet on a minimum wage
Stuck inside systematic cage
Work life balance a luxury
There's no time for recovery
gbada asaba
247 men on duty
Sò ihem nacho wu isi Benji
Akozinam akuko mike Ejigha
Oweghi Ihe gbasalum na conji
Afghanistan dey learn work my bombing be
telling this bitch, this shit Issa a race
You gotta work harder if you want that 1st place
Damn It's Remy he back at it again
Them niggas he with, they
the following statement
One's gotta learn to get rich
To be poor anyone can manage
Now once I made a round through the wise men
Don't nobody got no money problems
we're
One and the same
Cause we're saved from the penalty
That's after the grave
Don't be swayed by false teachings
From heathens with swift speakin'
There must be more good women than men percentage wise
So her chance of having a husband just minimize
That's why a lot of girls claim they ain't
We got that shit, little bitch, dont you forget that again
Now we is lit, off that zip, you wont fuck with 7's men
We got that shit, little bitch,
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