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years on my craft no pension never heard of me Had a rhyme called the third degree Not an overnight success catch bodies not a murder spree Robb Free no
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
watch the rich have a blast can we claw our way out no can we truly be free no programing mindless workers new world order same old goals I am a good boy
This is Breadline Britain This free and promised Land Where the rich don't give a damn Poeple Getting hungry and people getting poor People
safety glass Seasons turning, dying grass California, gilded crowns Idle workers, counting down Somewhere down, down Down in the ocean of sound,
to the people Power to the people Power to the people, right on A million workers working for nothing You better give 'em what they really own We got to put you
safety glass Seasons turning, dying grass California, gilded crowns Idle workers, counting down Somewhere down, down Down in the ocean of sound,
to freestyle I got it written Tell em keep out I need this beat loud as they can get it No more free verses I could feed workers with this vision Get em seeing
America to me The place I work in The worker by my side The little town the city Where my people lived and died The howdy and the handshake The air
There was hunger, unemployment and poverty, Then in 1926 they decided to be free So they all went on strike and The workers told the unions, who
They tried to stick a dead body inside of me Need no Need no alibi Honestly I tell no lies Wanted to stick an office worker inside of me But I kept
on the road with my g Lil shawty if you want it, promise that ain't coming free I step in like a worker, walk out as a boss Wine mix bag mix, still Iverson
the ordinary man For assembly workers in the factory For farmers toiling on the land Down all the days All nations will unite as one A new horizon clear
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
Oh, this is a story 'bout a guy named Al And he lived in a sewer with his hamster pal But the sanitation workers really didn't approve So he
free But I'm a worker bee From eight to four My days are full of bore Down to the floor Whole life is going for Swamp is so deep Woke up this morning
to the people Power to the people Power to the people Power to the people, right on A million workers working for nothing You better give 'em what they
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel You were talking so brave and so free Giving me head on the unmade bed While the limousines wait in
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
yes その日を待ってる Hey man, hey man そのまま fight to the end Hey man, hey man 今こそ cry to be free (now) 夢の中で夢を消された Oh no, oh no 哀れな worker bee
knowledge was your passion. You taught the worker's children to read, to write and to be free. Your thoughts and words couldn't be stopped, not in that jail,
paying duty, like the airports Declare war on their workers for having free thought Preparing for a union, proving they're getting cut short I'm out here,
inhabiting the holes That belong to Queen and Country, But do not permit their souls To be free like me. The perspex chandelier Began to melt and slip
could still kill me a nigga, so what? If I was the president I'd pay my mama's rent Free my homies and them Bulletproof my Chevy doors Lay in
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