Lyrics:
Hey God, I'm just a little man got a wife and family
But I almost lost the house, Yeah I bought into the dream
We're barely holdin' on, when I'm in
Mother knows that her daughter found love
In the arms of a poor mountain man
Her Father tells her, have nothin' to do
With the boy from the high mountain
Instead of just wishin'
Papa Bing (yeah, Louie?) I stopped by your place a time or two lately
And you weren't home either!
Well, I'm a busy man, Louie,
By a cafe here I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
She said "No. Would you come home to me?"
And she said, "Hey ramblin' boy now won't
Killers in my hood, they know me by my first name
You know 'em by their work name, I know 'em by their birth name
Type of weight make a man stand
Wish I could come home from workin'
And not have ya checkin' my breath
I'm tired of her turning her questions
Into the Gettysburg Address
Survivin c one nine
Got me unstoppable
And i been up
Yung n black
Apparent laws got us hunted down by tha cops
So we stuck workin for tha white jah
Man I
Instead of just wishin'
Papa Bing (yeah, Louie?) I stopped by your place a time or two lately
And you weren't home either!
Well, I'm a busy man, Louie,
My daddy was workin' nine to five
When my momma was havin' me
By the time I was half alive
I knew what I was gonna be
But I left school and grew
tried workin and schoolin but there just not my plan, oh no
Can't ya see I'll always be a music man
Well I could be pickin bluegrass or singin
done done in by a slippery snake,
A man and a woman get to live a while and then they die
It's been that way since the git go,
It's been that way since
(yeah)
I keep on workin' like a machine
It ain't always like it seem
Reality is when your dreams come true
You never know what you gon' run in
Let me tell ya what I'm talkin' about, ya see, 'cause...
I don't want no gold watch for workin' fifty years from nine till five
Awhile the boss is
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
ya have it young man,
But we hear that you won't be workin' here much longer
Angel of mercy
Won't you please look down on me?
Oh, angel of mercy
from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model for real
Well you know me by the Juice man hangin' out with Big Triece
Standin' on the porch, drinkin'
way
Workin' 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and you never get the credit
I'm for certain man
I'm hurtin the game so bad they can't keep up when
I'm counting this? scrilla?
My momma quit her job cause I got her workin with six
Wish I could come home from workin'
And not have ya checkin' my breath
I'm tired of her turning her questions
Into the Gettysburg Address
the weekend, workin' for the weekend
I pull a forty hour week every week plus some overtime
That big boss man keeps a pushin' me to the line
I keep
from a fat bitch, a ugly bitch, a model for real
Well you know me by the Juice man hangin' out with Big Triece
Standin' on the porch, drinkin'
How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore
And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot
In the Caribbean by providence impoverished
Payday Friday and the weekend's here,
I've been workin' all week tryin' to pay for this gear
Gonna raise hell on Union Street
Thirteen guys
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