Lyrics:
Here we go
For the fired auto workers who were twisted, tricked and robbed
To the peasant in Guatemala in a sweatshop got your job
And she can't
and less kiddin'
More history, less mystery, more Beyonce
Less Brittany, more happiness, less misery
More victory, less losses
More workers, we all
America to me
The place I work in
The workers at my side
The little town, a city
Where my people live and die
The howdy and the handshake
The air
that I see
All races and religions, that's America to me
The place I work in, the worker by my side
The little town or city where my people lived
a mighty wave
The workers cringed when the boss man thundered
Seventy hours was his weekly chore
He asked for little and less was granted
Lest given
market screen
A watchman playing on a Zulu guitar
A white soldier's blues in camouflage green
A migrant worker who's come too far
A sailor aground in
masses can continue forever, unchecked and unbalanced.
Since time is the essence of consciousness, time which is free
seeks the highest expression
so easily done
Those who questioned put to the gun
Is this the way that it must be
Workers enslaved while the bourgeoisie are free
The last cries
that's no lie
I'm on my square, blowin' circles in the air, of that purple
I'ma boss and you a worker, listen here boy don't make me hurt you
You want
disrespect me black his eye, that's no lie
I'm on my square, blowin' circles in the air, of that purple
Ima boss and you a worker, listen here boy don't make
My spirit is winging
My soul is free
I'm doing my drinking
In good company
The music's screaming
My feet are flying
And everybody's
Chorus:
Pull up bang it slap it reverse
If ur touch one of mine ur gonna get earthed
Free all the guys in cages like birds
Wen da mandem drive
of the cross (Ooh oh oh)
Free from every curse (Ooh oh)
You set me free in victory, now i can shout halleluyah eh
You are incredible (Ooh oh oh)
Incomparable
Lil nigga
Even if you a gangsta
You can get it
So live free
So live free
Remember theres nothing you can't be
It's so much more to the world
Then
mouth when you talk to me
On guard
Ready to go
Bitch come for me
Queen bitch
You want shade fest for free
Shot a fake smile
Ice hugs from me
I’ll be
us now, no one knows how
We are on our way
We can be anywhere that we want
'Cause we are the free spirits
We will do what our hearts desire
Life's too
chain reactions
Cold, severe, so dark
we can´t see our path no more
blind we roll on trails
free from dignity
operate, perform
in our working order
Show your hands
With a card up your sleeve
Taking people's money
Like it grows on trees
You got a taste for honey
From the worker bees
Basting your
changes following the ideal
Cooperatives set up, people running their things
For all the workers the same dignity
No president, no mayor, no commander in
Yea you gone have to work for it
No this swag ain't free baby
Daddy see me yea
Check for me aye
Act kinda shady shady shady
Yea you notice me but you
And we all get blamed
Bombs fall from planes
Meanwhile, Gaza still don't get aid
Free Palestine
(ah yeah)
Peace, love
(check it out)
Free Palestine
road
Don't break the code
They drove back home when the sun went down
All the workers were headed out of town
Rushing to suppers and family nests
Relief
your man
Trump is on your side trump is on your side
He's a billionaire who got a free ride
But he's on your side
You work so hard doing everything
or
Foresee funeral services
Affirmative action pop up on your furnishing
Unfortunate future for us to fly
Free under God’s firmament
Me versus whosever’s dead
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