I'se been working my ass all day
in them government agencies in this here hot city
and them only giving me this little to pay
for food, rent and give them back the change in my grocery bill and utility.
First, I can't sleep on your job but you sleeping with my money
Using it to fill your belly, while I here contemplating
what making salting and what go be food
giving them prisoners three meals a day
while I'se in the free, dying for hunger
Personally, me thinks dem crusty hand, old niggas
must board old trucks like my granny
tell dem hol' on tight and truck dem offsite
to work for dem food and a better life
an' dont figet the shackles! Put 'em on three by three
Lest they go free.
Professionally, I kibbain' ma mout'
Make dem bun tax money
Til dem get let out.
An dis yere darn government-
tolling our country's rusty, old bell-
Off with their heads.
sitting on the high chair we holding up
(if we let go, dem go fall)
tearing out dem dry eyes looking for more than them really deserve
(slackness dis 'ere!)
Might lose my job tomorrow
really, I no care!
cause what is the difference between poor and poor working class?
when all day I'se been working off my ass
Fi tit-bit more than bus fare!