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Blue Collar
by Overtime
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The world's crumbling tumbling down, I feel as if it's on my shoulders buried under it now.
The lights dimming, yo its fading to black what I thought what was behind me, wasn't only my fans.
It was a couple critics talking, who were stuck in the past but I shook 'em off told 'em get the fuck off my path.
I ain't living in your fantasy, of virtual reality, to me this shit is serious it's not just a formality.
I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed, where I'm from there's ain't much of opportunity.
This is all I got back against the wall, every time the phone is ringing man I race to catch the call, just hoping it's a Cali number, maybe it's a record label, maybe they gonna sign me wake me up from all this fucking evil.
But then I open my eyes to the same dirty walls that I saw last night. C'mon
But this just ain't me, I'm being knocked down by constant pressure, I don't think they will ever measure everything I give.
It's the reason I live, I am down on my knees asking God, who I be?
He said only trust me.
So the, more I think about it man I don't really need 'em, I don't need the industry I just need my fucking people.
Done it on my own and though I may not be celebrity, I don't need the fame cuz I got my fucking dignity.
Creative freedom, I got the power to beat 'em, and say that I ain't a slave in the cage that they game ain't feeding.
Labels they will sit on you, tell you that your next to blow, racking up your debt until they let you know they let you go.
So where you at then you're worse then where you were before, bill collectors calling and your ladies walking out the door.
Falling to your knees begging baby please believe in me, what happened to hold me down baby I thought that that was you and me.
Guess she had enough, done with living in a pipe dream, now she's with a millionaire he ain't really like me.
But I ain't tripping boo, guess that's just the way of love, used to rolling solo my dolo to me that's good enough.
But this just ain't me, I'm being knocked down by constant pressure,
I don't think they will ever measure everything I give.
It's the reason I live, I am down on my knees asking God, who I be?
He said only trust me.
I lay in bed at night and wonder when I'm taking flight, envision what I'm missing and listen to all my neighbors fight.
It's like an epidemic living in the working class, go to work and bust our ass knowing that we finish last.
Somethings got to give stuck here punching time clocks, rappers out there balling but for some reason I'm not.
I could go bar for bar with any of the freshman class, that's why I say industry kiss my mother fucking ass.
Everyday, on the road, I just want to make it home, couple hundred dollars for a mediocre show.
I'm just trying to get my piece in the game, bring some peace into my life and maybe hold up my name.
Maybe stand for something taller than the dollar, gotta break the chain, blue up on my collar ain't a baller but I'm making change.
Yeah, what a concept That's why all these rappers floss and I ain't on yet.
But this just ain't me, I'm being knocked down by constant pressure, I don't think they will ever measure everything I give.
It's the reason I live, I am down on my knees asking God, who I be?
He said only trust me.
The world's crumbling tumbling down, I feel as if it's on my shoulders buried under it now.
The lights dimming, yo its fading to black what I thought what was behind me, wasn't only my fans.
It was a couple critics talking, who were stuck in the past but I shook 'em off told 'em get the fuck off my path.
I ain't living in your fantasy, of virtual reality, to me this shit is serious it's not just a formality.
I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed, where I'm from there's ain't much of opportunity.
This is all I got back against the wall, every time the phone is ringing man I race to catch the call, just hoping it's a Cali number, maybe it's a record label, maybe they gonna sign me wake me up from all this fucking evil.
But then I open my eyes to the same dirty walls that I saw last night. C'mon
But this just ain't me, I'm being knocked down by constant pressure, I don't think they will ever measure everything I give.
It's the reason I live, I am down on my knees asking God, who I be?
He said only trust me.
So the, more I think about it man I don't really need 'em, I don't need the industry I just need my fucking people.
Done it on my own and though I may not be celebrity, I don't need the fame cuz I got my fucking dignity.
Creative freedom, I got the power to beat 'em, and say that I ain't a slave in the cage that they game ain't feeding.
Labels they will sit on you, tell you that your next to blow, racking up your debt until they let you know they let you go.
So where you at then you're worse then where you were before, bill collectors calling and your ladies walking out the door.
Falling to your knees begging baby please believe in me, what happened to hold me down baby I thought that that was you and me.
Guess she had enough, done with living in a pipe dream, now she's with a millionaire he ain't really like me.
But I ain't tripping boo, guess that's just the way of love, used to rolling solo my dolo to me that's good enough.
But this just ain't me, I'm being knocked down by constant pressure,
I don't think they will ever measure everything I give.
It's the reason I live, I am down on my knees asking God, who I be?
He said only trust me.
I lay in bed at night and wonder when I'm taking flight, envision what I'm missing and listen to all my neighbors fight.
It's like an epidemic living in the working class, go to work and bust our ass knowing that we finish last.
Somethings got to give stuck here punching time clocks, rappers out there balling but for some reason I'm not.
I could go bar for bar with any of the freshman class, that's why I say industry kiss my mother fucking ass.
Everyday, on the road, I just want to make it home, couple hundred dollars for a mediocre show.
I'm just trying to get my piece in the game, bring some peace into my life and maybe hold up my name.
Maybe stand for something taller than the dollar, gotta break the chain, blue up on my collar ain't a baller but I'm making change.
Yeah, what a concept That's why all these rappers floss and I ain't on yet.
But this just ain't me, I'm being knocked down by constant pressure, I don't think they will ever measure everything I give.
It's the reason I live, I am down on my knees asking God, who I be?
He said only trust me.
