LYRICSvs.1
Ay Yall, we Workin Hard in these Sweatshops ‘til the Sweat Drops Payin the Cost for the Boss, but Still we Never Get Props Just get Fired n’ Dropped, Layed Off into the Boycott’s Our Muscles are Sore from Hard Labor, Tied Up in Knots if You Listening to this at Work, Right Now at Your Desktop I Wish You Could Stand Up, Raise Your Fist n’ Say “NO!” to the Boss Flip Two Birds, Walk Out n’ Start Your Own Business but we Kicked to the Curb, by the Rich who Run this Yeah Mon! We Hurtin’ Down Here it Seem Like We Constantly Grindin Our Gears Seem Like it’s Constant Forward, no Pause, but Gettin’ No Where Enraged in the Machine, Despaired at a Desk Chair in the Warehouse, in the Field Breakin’ Our Back for Minimum Wage - We can’t Even do Nothing with That! -Scratches- -chorus- Sometimes I Feel Like Slavery was Never Abolished but We don’t wana Lose Our Job, so we Keep Sayin “Yes Boss, Yes Boss, Yess Boss” Man! We Just ‘Caught Up in the Hustle’ We Need Help from you, God, cuz We ‘Caught Up in the Hustle’ it aint About a Skin Color, cuz we all ‘Caught Up in the Hustle’ Brothers, Sisters, Fathers, Mothers, ‘Caught Up in the Hustle’ vs.2 when that Whip Crack, Big Up! No Time fi Relax the More We Punch that Clock, the More they Take Out Tax We Crammed Up in these Apartment Buildings Top Ramen 25cent, n’ We Feedin it to our Children Hopin its Nourishin’.... (Echo) We Smile, but when they Go to Bed, we Cry cuz it’s Discouragin’ it’s the Struggle or the Hustle, where we Claw and Scratch to a Time Clock, Yall, without Even a Pat on the Back Can’t Pay Rent, Can’t Pay Bills, Money Already Spent before it’s Made, and these Fools Answer with Credit Card Debt Sometimes I Feel I Gotta Go Back to Robbin’ and Stealin’ I Know that Would Disgrace You God, but it’s Just how I’m Feelin it’s Better to do Your Work with Joy, and God will See You I Know You Tired, Fam, but the Holyspirit will See You Through -Scratches- outro chorus they Say there’s No Rest for the Wicked, but What About the Righteous it’s Like God Gave Us Wings -- but We Feel Flightless Selfishness has Worked Us Mindless, this World is a Virus Blindness Keeps Us from Seeing Souls as Priceless in this Desert Dryness the Only Way to Keep Life is Stay Focused on Christ, where the Light is, Big Up with Niceness (scripture: Matthew 11:28-30)
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The words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war was in his heart: his words were softer than oil, yet were they drawn swords.
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