Lyrics:
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
On dreamin' about the day,
Worker bees kill off their queen
and carry all her eggs away
Oh and if you die fearin' God
And painfully employed
You will not
grind to a halt
And not a thing would grow
If it was nae for the workers and their wellies
Chorus
fell to the back
Buyin' and sellin' every inch of the track
Deep in the engines fire in the hole
Dark skinned workers shovelin' coal
All singin'
Bred into silence by television sets
Accepting lies from media so soon we will forget
The lives that we spend as workers for the rich
You work so much
Scenarios like this is tear jerkers
For the modern emcee, I ain't no blue-collar worker
Cause this thing called rhyming, ain't no different from coal mining
DUDE NEEDS A HOT DOG
Early one morning in Chicagoland
This dude tried to rob a hot dog stand
Grabbed a worker who was taking out the trash
Said
horors that are true but see cats like you
Y'all fake joints just tyo get a woo-woo
The tear jerker
You be that miracle worker
Whose miracle just ran out
I
me stressed out (and you don't know what to do)
So frame this Kodak black, and vision to my contact
With a poultry scrap, workers get pistol smacked
know, new young rappers
As, as well as the best out active rappers right now, man, so
You know, I'm on my no days off shit, hm
They some workers
We
They tore em down years ago
And built a factory
And when that plant closed
The workers all left town
I read in the paper that
Some kids were
the same as everybody else
Why talk to her mouth like sugar shiver rant on worship heaven
One on - one eye - with eye wankers over workers
What I want I
rac-es, all re-lig-ions, that's A-mer-i-ca to me.
The place I work in, the work-er at my side
The lit-tle town or cit-y where my peo-ple lived and died
The tear jerker
You be that miracle worker
Whose miracle just ran out
I think it's time you pan out
Or just plain fade, 'cause yo you played
We 'bout
yep she'll be back
For them peso's, yep she'll be crack
Rocks so bright, money so right
I got seven workers, she's snow white
And you know
as human beings
Which they are entitled to
No matter their behaviors
According to human services' value system
Clients may not appreciate
Workers' efforts
can't beat around the bush
I wanna market with some workers
I want some workers who can cook
And when I tell them flip the merch
They flip fast, kick
me wanting more
I’m looking for one that cares for lips
while i turn them on
I like you better, oh hard worker
you leave me wanting more
Pre Chorus:
town work ain't hard to come by
Boom town workers are
You might be the one running the show but
That don't mean you're in charge
I was looking for
nappin poppin
Self destructing
Red eyes its getting slower in here
Hard worker hard worker in here
Producers good reefer good reefer
Im consicious that
come with a worker's scream
'Topple da fucking Burger king!'
Come for him with a burning wick
and some toxic things in da poisonous drink
— what the f??
right to you
Hard workers are still lied to
My point sent back for your sake
I know there are more wishes to make
And what do they think they've
it possibel - I don't understand
And his word tells us all the time
That workers should be paid fair
Treated with dignity
And that we shall care about
In twenty years from now
I wonder what my life will be
In twenty years from now
What will be my destiny?
Verse 2
Now one day I could be a worker
I
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