Lyrics:
She only concerned about my health
She caught me working hard on the weekend
She know I don't like no nine to five
Working for a boss is for the weak
The language of the white man properly
They could only say oh my God
Since we left Africa we are working from
Ken-Sea to Ken-Sea
Those children of Africa who
working for a music mag
Wants to get into radio promo
But that business can be such a drag
We were starting to get concerned
We were wondering if he'd
Verse (2)
See working on the street little children are crying
They crying they crying they crying for homeless
They crying for fatherless, they crying
Shawty bad when she ain't concerned bout feelings
Shawty bad when she all about her business
Shawty bad she been working on her fitness
She been
children
Told my wife on the path to make a million
Coming for that ass like a shot of penicillin
Got a feeling I'm the villain that you motherfuckers
growing, women producing
Men go working, some go stealing
Everyone's got to make a living
Children growing, women producing
Men go working, some go stealing
the youth the right environment
Today's seems like yesterday (Yesterday)
Children can't find or join a way (No way)
We concerned but we stay away
Momayintu
to working
Look, it's all for a purpose
I look up in the sky and you can see it in my eyes
Change is coming for certain
Fire coming then curtains
And if I get
greener
That depends what you're concerned with
Sometimes it hurt to realize
It ain't what you thought it would be
Inner workings on my pride
My first
WHY? WHY? WHY? WHY?
Soooooo
Why you so concerned?
Why you so concerned?
Love for only you, from my heart it burns
Tell me about your mind
What's it
that the G in me bruh
I said and mean it, look nigga I'm working
I got something for you bitches, yeah I see y'all searching, holla
Living in
And I can't escape the feeling,
Maybe I'm to blame.
So I strain to listen,
Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing.
This feels like
concerned bout de living
She asked for whom de bells did toll yeah yeah yeah
Orisha
Warrior
Bringing healing to our soul
So
Farewell chantwell mother
And I can't escape the feeling,
Maybe I'm to blame.
So I strain to listen,
Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing.
This feels like
Days were never ending
Was not concerned
About what life was sending
Fantasy was real
Now I know much about the way I feel
I'll paint you
And I can't escape the feeling,
Maybe I'm to blame.
So I strain to listen,
Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing.
This feels like
Days were never ending
Was not concerned
About what life was sending
Fantasy was real
Now I know much about the way I feel
I'll paint you
And I can't escape the feeling,
Maybe I'm to blame.
So I strain to listen,
Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing.
This feels like
And I can't escape the feeling,
Maybe I'm to blame. So I strain to listen,
Praying for a decision, wishing they where kissing.
This feels like
resources
And many of these countries have the capacity to feed their
Starving people and the children we always see digging for
Food in trash
ensuing
I'm back on my bully, I'm blowing her back out to make up for two weeks
Told her I'm working
She think I'm out here pursuing and searching
Really
pay off some day
Take some days off
No way
I gotta keep working
At my own pace
I gotta protect my
Energy, energy, energy
Not everyone's here for my
a fuck about us
And when I start to rise
A hero in their children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us
Some say niggaz is hard headed cause we love
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