Lyrics:
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Strong Men dey cry!!
when nobody dey.....
through the rain and storms.....
we smile everyday....
strong men dey
Baby baby get up what?
You'e already late for work
What time is it? Its 10 30
Oh yeah I forgot tonight, I'm working the graveyard
(Chorus)
I know
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
I'd read every hobo book collected on my shelf
I fancied that I'd like to try the hobo life myself
I'd live on beans and move about exclusively by
youth
Outside wit the bums
Why they hating on me now?
Why they hating by the crowd?
Why they proud about it?
Why they talk about it?
To feel some way
Honestly I’m tryna see how that neck work
If it’s good you can check out my net worth
We gon take off like we on the best perc
As time goes by, thinking
precedence
My own co sign I made devilish
Every fucking word I said know I meant the shit
Blasphemy could never be bothered by these bums
Could never be
afraid of, I was embarrassed by
Don't be lured in by pleasure-seeking distractions
By weak men and women
Sin will take you further than you want to go
work
Cutting hedges in the meadow by the stream
My blade slipped, I cut my hand and my own dear blood did flow
Upon the brown earth and the corn still
Lil mama she gonna work out
When she do the Bowflex then we have more sex
Sweat, drippin', now I wanna kick it
Cheated on you with some dumb bum
love
I got my game face, gun in the place, blaze the place
With that yard weed, you know the god we remember that
You know we, ten second rolly, bum
Rough hands
Dirty work
Know I'm sweating
By the stains on my shirt
Good men
In bad times
They think they own me
But this city is mine
I gotta'
in the winter having cookouts
Smack by witch, look out
I'm like Barnabas, crab niggas tryin' to conquer us
They mad 'cause we jump outta cabs,
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
Oh, stand by me and protect that tree
From the freeway misery
The men on the highways need those jobs
We know lets put them to work planting
New trees
understand
Never ever gonna give up
Don't give up
Stand your grounds yeah yeah
Am not gonna give up
What is main to be forever will be
We garra work and trust
to the O to the V to the E
And I don't work for the Patch
I got jerked by the patch
Robbed his childhood friend now how
Fucked up is that?
Tricking on hoes
Young body old soul you can tell when I talk
Hard work is my cologne you can smell it when I walk
In the book dropping Gems tell em come see
has to borrow but he'll never see tomorrow
If everydays the same he works so much he never leaves his office most days
They say a poor man, he's got all
School education's gone
I flushed it down the pan
I found I could not work
For people spreading dirt
They tried to box me in
To teach me how to win
I
spit spit spit spit
I'm spitting out the shit
Bit by bit by bit by bit
I'm spitting out
Spitting out the shit
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
The men who rule
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