Lyrics:
the completion
Of my time as a child and student
According to the pamphlet
These ceremonies mark the emergence
Of my new life
As a worker, wife and womb keeper
under the martyrdom
Plank walker
The shark infested waters all turn charlatan
Alive! Appreciates for rhetorical inquiries
I dive i've seen missile line
the docks to the railroad line
And no matter how hungry the hand that wrote
In his letters he was always doing fine
In his letters he was always doing fine
supposing two swallows carried it
together?
GUARD #1: No, they'd have to have it on a line.
GUARD #2: Well, simple! They'd just use a standard creeper!
payments to make
County building's on my ass
Tryna take my food stamps away
I beat yo' ass if you tell them social workers he live here
I beat yo' ass if
payments to make
County building's on my ass
Tryna take my food stamps away
I beat yo' ass if you tell them social workers he live here
I beat yo' ass if
to Chanelle
Had to flip that cam when I whip that work up (whip it)
Bando, I just left two workers
Now it's the front and back man serve from (both)
Better
social workers who wan' chat
And don't carry a gun, how would that work out
Since cops pulling guns on criminals is now wrong
Especially if the cop is
burns and the stains
Don't let them drain you
Give em hell, you've only just begun
Essential worker don't mean shit
You're just being gaslit
Don't let it
When they're all bought and sold by outside forces
From the oil in the well to the coal in the mountain
The worker's no account when the rich man's
I see the mushroom cloud
Rising up above the town
You hear the people drown
I think the power's down
So just throw me a line
Only if you have to
So
the lines the waits the queues
The door the lights the bars the booth
The ice the drinks the winks the tunes
The shots the drops the girls the views
A brother and a worker
The same as all the rest
And I'm only human
and not all my time is mine
And I'm only Human
We're all caught in the firing line
I'm
The microphone pleaser
Haters, shove it up your keister
Here comes the new me
Life after death, like it's Easter
Baby, spoon the workers, take you to the cleaners
off the traction
If you gon' make it home make sure you active
If you gon' cross that line make sure you steppin'
Can't trust em they turn love into
cssembly lines speed up the pace
cTMs provide money daily
Russian rockets take off to space
Our hearts pump blood endlessly
Billions of cows are getting
you got her head big
Three hundred a line for the Wock', I'm sippin' red still
I know how the feds feel, I make it hard to catch me
Cuz sellin' corn
There's a slow train coming
It's movin' on down the line
Steel wheels on iron rails
Tonight I'm fixin' to die
Woo, I hope you don't mind pretty
Empty factories to the east and all our waste
The shape of things that came show on the broken worker's face
To the west you'll find a silicon
the docks to the railroad line
And no matter how hungry the hand that wrote
In his letters he was always doing fine
In his letters he was always doing fine
pound line, a thirty eight special
With AK shells through your Teflon vest too
Yeah, Scrap, when the Bastard's back out
The pastor's back out,
my worker's pissed 'cause it's moving fast
And I'm doing up tours, and he's working his arse
And he's working his arse
If he see the feds then
of luck
Yeah, you out of luck, bitch
Nervous 'cause detectives is lurkin', they pick the workers up (Yeah)
Jump it off like Bizzy and Juicy, I fuck these
at a car park for two days
Look at a grey port for two days
Train line, stone and grey
Train line, stone and grey uh
Uh containers and their drivers
Uh
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