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I be walkin' god like a dog
My narrative fearless My word war returns to burn Like Baldwin home in Pairs Steel from a furnace I was born landless It's tha native son Born of Zapata's guns Stroll through the shanties And tha cities remains Same bodies buried hungry But with different last names These vultures rob everything Leave nothing but chains Pick a point on tha globe Yes tha pictures tha same There's a bank and a church and a myth and a hearse A mall and a loan and a child dead at birth There's a window pig parrot A rebel to tame A whitehooded judge And a syringe and a vein And tha riot be ha rhyme of ha unheard Calm like a bomb This Ain't subliminal Feel tha critical mass approach horizon Ha pulse of tha condemned Sound off America's demise Tha ant- myth rhythm rocker shocker Yes I spit fire Hope lies in tha smoldering rubble of empires Back through tha shanties and tha cities remains Ha same bodies buried hungry But with different last names These vultures rob everyone Leave nothing but chains Pick a point here at home And tha picture's tha same There's a field full of slaves Some corn and some debit There's a ditch full of bodies Tha check for tha rent There's a tap, tha phone, tha silence of stone Tha numb black screen That be feelin' like home And the riot be tha rhyme of the unheard Calm like a bomb There's a mass without roofs A prison to fill A country's soul that reads post no bills A strike and a like of cops outside the mill There's a right to obey And there's a right to kill |
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To tha young r to tha e tha b to tha e tha l
Never give up just live up Fed upon America We be spittin' it up Rippin' it up For an even amount in each cup To my brothers burning bare feet on black top Whose curled 'neath tha shadows Form tha gaze of the cops Whose huntin' for 9 to 5's through factory locks Is now hunted on this modern day auction block Flexin' and mashin' With complex text Fast and in a fashion That snap back necks Quicker than a fed cash tha company checks Come with tha fire only Marley could catch This be tha flame in tha cellar beware Nameless cold millions gaspin' for air Those naked and wageless Now scream within cages They make you pull your shit Just to get your share With this mic device I spit nonfiction Who got tha power This be my question Tha mass of the few In this torn nation? Tha priest tha book or tha congregation? Tha politricks who rob and hold down your zone? Or those who give tha thieves tha key to their homes? Tha pig who's free to murder one Shucklak Or survivors who make a move and murder one back? |
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Sleep Now in the Fire
The world is my expense The cost of my desire Jesus blessed me with its future And I protect it with fire So raise your fists And march around Just dont take what you need Ill jail and bury those committed And smother the rest in greed Crawl with me into tomorrow Or Ill drag you to your grave Im deep inside your children Theyll betray you in my name * Hey, Hey Sleep now in the fire Hey, Hey Sleep now in the fire The lie is my expense The scope of my desire The party blessed me with its future And I protect it with fire I am the Nina The Pinta The Santa Maria The noose and the rapist The fields overseer The agents of orange The priests of Hiroshima The cost of my desire Sleep now in the fire * Repeat For its the end of history Its caged and frozen still There is no other pill to take So swallow the one That made you ill The Nina The Pinta The Santa Maria The noose and the rapist The fields overseer The agents of orange The priests of Hiroshima The cost of my desire Sleep now in the fire Yeaaaaaah Sleep now in the fire Sleep now in the fire Sleep now in the fire Sleep now in the fire |
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My fears haunt me down
Capturing my memories The frontier of loss They try to escape across the street where Jesus stripped bare And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture In the name of my in the name of my Born of a broken man But not a broken man Born of a broken man Never a broken man Like autumn leaves His sense fell from him An empty glass of himself Shattered somewhere within His thoughts like a hundred moths Trapped in a lampshade Somewhere within Their wings banging and burning On through endless nights Forever awake he lies shaking and starving Praying for someone to turn off the light Born of a broken man But not a broken man Born of a broken man Never a broken man |
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The sun ablaze as Maria's foot
Touches the surface of sand On northern land As human contraband Some rico from Jalisco Passed her name to tha boss She stuffed ten to a truckbed She clutches her cross Here comes tha exhaust And it rips through her lungs She's off fast to tha pasture Like cattle she'll cross Degree 106 Sweat and vomit are thrown And she prays and suffocates Upon the memories of her home Of Yanqui guns for blood debts on tha loans Of smoldering fields rape rubble and bones Of graves hidden trapped up in visions of war Of nothing no on nobody no more These are her mountains and skies and she radiates And through history's rivers of blood she regenerates And like tha sun disappears only to reappear She's eternally here Her time is near Never conquered but here To tear away at tha mask And now she got a quota Tha needle and thread crucifixion Sold and shipped across tha new line of Mason Dixon Rippin' through denim Tha point an inch from her vein Tha foreman approach His steps now pound in her brain His presence it terrifies And eclipses her days No minutes to rest No moment to pray And with a whisper He whips her Her soul chained to his will "My job is a kill if you forget to take your pill" Her arms jerks Tha sisters gather her and scream As if in a dream Eyes on tha crimson stream Numb as her wrists spit shots of blood to tha floor Of nothing no one nobody no more These are her mountains and skies and she radiates And through history's a rivers of blood she regenerates And like tha sun disappears only to reappears Maria she's eternally here Her time is near Never conquered but here |
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Through steel walls
Your voice bastin' on True rebel my brother Mumia I reflect upon You be tha spark That set all tha prairie fires on Make tha masses a mastodon path To trample tha fascist on At fifteen exposed Philly's finest killing machine With boots and mad gins They tried to pacify you young Cause and effect Smell tha smoke and tha breeze My panther my brother We are at war until you're free You'll never silence tha voice of the voiceless You see tha powerful got nervous Cause he refused to be their servant 'Cause he spit truth That shook heads And burned like black churches Prose and verses A million poor in hearses Watch tha decision of Dred Scott As it reserves So long as the rope Is tight around Mumia's neck Let there be no rich white life We bound to respect Cause and effect Can't ya smell tha smoke in the breeze My panther my brother we are at war until you're free You'll never silence tha voice of the voiceless And Orwell's hell a terror era coming through But this little brother's watching you too |
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Hungry people don't stay hungry for long
They get hope from fire and smoke as they reach for tha dawn The spirit of Jackson Now screams through tha ruins Through factory chains And tha ghosts of tha union Tha forgotten remains Disappear to their new homes Tha knife tha thrust Tha life burns to tha raw bone Tha blood on tha floor of tha tear is still dryin' Cover tha spread sheets Tha Dow Jones skyin' Tha cell block live stock Tha bodies they buyin' Old south order New northern horizon Violence in all hands Embrace it if need bee Livin' been warfare I press it to CD A fire in tha master's house is set Check tha high tech terror Of the new order athletes Peering into tha eyes of tha child already on trial These armies rippin' families apart Get 'em on file Convictions fit tha stock profile All tha while films of dogs Ripping skin from bones Yes tha new millennium homes Privatizing through private eyes An era rising New northern horizon Violence in all hands Embrace it if need bee Livin' been warfare I press it to CD A fire in tha master's house is set |
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A mass of hands press on the market window
Ghosts of progress Dressed in slow death Feeding on hunger And glaring through the promise Upon the food that rots slowly in the aisle A mass of nameless at the oasis That hides the graves beneath the master's hill Are buried for drinking The river's water While shackled to the line At the empty wall This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new ground Listen to the fascist sing "Take hope here War is elsewhere You were chosen This is god's land Soon we'll be free Of blot and mixture Seeds planted by our Forefather's hand" A mass of promise Begin to rupture Like the pockets Of the new world kings Like swollen stomachs In Applachia It's the priests that fuck you As they whisper holy things A mass of tears have transformed to stones now Sharpened on suffering And women into slings Hope lies in the rubble of this rich fortress Taking today what tomorrow never brings This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new ground Ain't it funny how the factory doors close Round the time that the school doors close Round the time that the doors of the jail cells Open up to greet you like the reaper Ain't it funny how the factory doors close Round the time that the school doors close Round the time that the doors of the jail cells Open up to greet you like the reaper This is the new sound Just like the old sound Just like the noose wound Over the new ground Like ashes in the fall |
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Every official that comes in
Cripples us leaves us maimed Silent and tamed And with out flesh and bones He builds his homes Southern fists Rise through tha jungle mist Clenched to smash power so cancerous A black flag and a red star A rising sun loomin' over Los Angles Cause for Raza livin in La La Is like Gaza on to tha dawn of Intifada Reach for tha lessons tha masked pass on And seize tha metropolis It's you that it's built on Everything can change on a new years day As everything changed on new years day Everything can change on a new years day As everything changed on new years day War within a breath It's land or death Their existence is a crime Their sear their robe their tie Their land deeds Their hired guns They're the crime Shots heard underground round tha rapture Tha world's eye captured At last in a Mexican pasture Tha masked screaming land or death Within a breath A war from tha depth of time Who shot four puppet governors in a line Who shook all tha world bankers Who think they can rhyme Shot tha landlords who knew it was mine Yes a war from tha depth of time Everything can change on a new years day As everything changed on new years day Everything can change on a new years day As everything changed on new years day War within a breath It's land or death |
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Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times
They can be f---ing with other niggas shit, but they cant be f---ing with mine Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be f---ing with other niggas shit, but they cant be f---ing with mine I was raised in the hood called what the diffrence The brothers in the hood be Chivalrous So i rest defense on my ligaments Pistol grip pump on my lap, riskin it Full life living it, never giving it back Too late for slipping, so slack up! On my lap its on your lips so track shot A steel dick more clip for pump but All im saying there aint no question who the man is In my civic or in this show biz I drill the fool, kill the fool Come on, what you say? i think i can take care of all you motherfuckers don't delay right away Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be f---ing with other niggas shit, but they cant be f---ing with mine Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be f---ing with other niggas shit, but they cant be f---ing with mine Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times, right? Cause tricks be out for your blindside Never understood it, but remember i showed you That in these times you gotta look over your shoulder, strap Well that ain't nothin' but the intent of gettin high And a cop giving you shit for just passing you by If your ever in trouble or on the double best to call your pals If you got no blast, sucker I know you gotta sloud Wowy, are we getting along? we family,we better be We got your back, we got your back kid Just dont be pointing one of them guns Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be f---ing with other niggas shit, but they cant be f---ing with mine Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be f---ing with other niggas shit, but they cant be f---ing with mine Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be f---ing with other niggas shit, but they cant be f---ing with mine Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times They can be f---ing with other niggas shit, but they cant be f---ing with mine |
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I'm gonna kick 'em out Well I feel pretty good And I guess
that I could get crazy now, baby 'Cause we all got in tune When the dressing room got hazy now, baby I know how you want it, child, Hot, sweet, and tight The girls can't stand it When you're doing it right When they're up on the stand And then they kick out the jams, yes Kick out the jams, I like to kick 'em out Yes I'm startin' to sweat You know my shirt's all wet What a feelin' And the sound that abounds and Resounds and rebounds off the ceiling You gotta have it, baby You can't do without When you get the feelin' You've got the sounds above Put that mic in my hand And let me kick out the jams Yes, kick out the jams, got to kick 'em out So you got to get it up And then can't get enough That's what .... 'Cause it gets in your brain It drives you insane, makes you crazy The ...... the faster you funk If you wanna feed my rocket Till the morning comes Let me be who I am And let me kick out the jams Yes kick out the jams I done kick 'em out |
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no matter how hard you try
you can't stop us now no matter how hard you try you can't stop us now we're the renegades of this atomic age this atomic age of renegades renedades of this atomic age this atomic age of renegades since the prehistoric age and the days of ancient greece right down through the Middle Ages planet earth kept going through changes and then no renaissance came and times continued to change Nothing stayed the same but there were always renegades like Chief sitting Bull Tom Paine Dr Martin Luther King Malcolm X they were renegades of their time and age so many renegades we're the renegades of funk we're the renegades of funk we're the renegades of funk we're the renegades of funk from a different solar system many many galaxies away we are the force of another creation a new msical revelation and we're on this musical mission to help the others listen when cooper lather la sining in next try and chase like lu nation revelations destroy our nations destroy our nations destroy our nations destroy our nations destroy our nations destroy our nations now renegades are the people with their own philosophies they change the course of history everyday people like you and me we're the renegades we're the people with our own philosophies we change the course of history everyday people like you and me C'mon we're the renegades of funk we're the renegades of funk we're the renegades of funk we're the renegades of funk poppin' sockin' rockin' puttin'a side of hip hop because where we're goin' there ain't no stoppin' poppin' sockin' puttin' a side of hip hop because where we're goin' there ain't no stoppin' poppin' sockin' rockin' puttin' a side of hip hop' cause we're poppin' sockin' rockin' puttin' a side of hip hop poppin' sockin' rockin' puttin'a side of hip hop we're the renegades of funk we're the renegades of funk we're the renegades of funk we're the renegades of funk and the funk and not of empty popping we're blessed with the force and the sight of electronics with the bass and the treble the horns and our vocals' cause everytime i pop into the beat we get fresh there was a time when our music was something called the Bay Street beat people would gather from all around to get down to the big sound you had to be a renegade in those days take a man to the dance floor say jam sucker say jam sucker say groove sucker say groove sucker say dance sucker say dance sucker now move sucker now move sucker say jam sucker say jam sucker say groove sucker now groove sucker say dance sucker say dance sucker now move sucker now move sucker we're the renegades of funk we're the renegades of funk we're the renegades of funk we're the renegades of funk we're the renegades of funk we're the renegades of funk we're the renegades of funk we're the renegades of funk |
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It's a beautiful world we live in A sweet romantic place
Beautiful people everywhere The way they show they care makes me want to say It's a beautiful world Oh what a beautiful world For you It's a wonderful time to be here It's nice to be alive Wonderful people everywhere The way they comb their hair makes me want to say It's a wonderful place Oh what a wonderful place For you, for you, for you, for you, for you, for you, not me |
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Coolin on the scene like a horse in a stable
A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable I stepped back, like it wasn't no thing I Punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring I had an ace in the hole when it came to that Yo Z you was packin? You know was strapped Posse kept rollin it was hard to get with 'em So I stepped back, and unbuttoned my Lee denim They kept coming, just like I figured So I stepped back, and started sprayin niggaz What a way to go out, out like a sucker But I'm on track, like a Long Island train that can head up your mission, suckers who be dissing Always on my jock like a snake always hissing Grabbing and tapping me like Luther Vandross Take me to the bar for the drink and make a toast Givin best wishes to the best MC And when the spot is blown and yo you know it's me Because I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin Because I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin Because I'm housin Because I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Coolin' at a party, no better yet disco Head feelin' mellow from a bottle of Cisco Move... To crush and fry a sucker MC like crisco Gimme the cue, check one two Don't try to come off on me, because you doo-doo You treatin me the Z to the D, like a stepchild Let me tell you homeboy you're livin foul MC's, you know who you are On the bandwagon Why Z? Cuz you a star This is the year when the joker's are wild When a fag can't hack it and try to bite your style I get hip to the scheme, before it happens If it gets wild, then I start cappin But for now, since everything's calm Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Because I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin Because I'm housin C'mon Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb 'Cause I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Because I'm housin Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb Because I'm housin Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb ('cause I'm housin) Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb ('cause I'm housin) Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb ('cause I'm housin) Relate to the matter, relate to the matter, relate to the matter as I drop the bomb ('cause I'm housin) 'Cause I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin 'Cause I'm housin |
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You tell me you like the taste
You just need an excuse You tell me it calms your nerves You just think it lookscool You tell me you want to be different You just change for the same You tell me it's only natural You just need the proof Did you fucking get it? It's in my eyes It's in my eyes And it doesn't look that way to me In my eyes You tell me that nothing matters You're just fucking scared You tell me that I'm better You just hate yourself You tell me that you like her You just wish you did You tell me that I make no difference Well at least I'm fucking trying What the fuck have you done? It's in my eyes It's in my eyes And it doesn't look that way to me In my eyes |
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Hey don't miss out on
what you're passing you're missing the hootah of the funky buddah eluder of the fed up style's that get wicked so come on as I start to kick it cause we're like outlaws sriding while suckers are hiding jump behind the bush when you see me driving by hanging out my window and my magnum taking out some putohs acting kind of loco I'm just another local kid from the street getting paid for my vocals Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand I be doing all the dumb shit yo cause nothing is coming from it I'm not gonna waste no time fing around I got ya humming humming coming at ya then you know I had to gat ya time for some action just a fraction of friction I got the clearance to run the interference in to your sattle light shining a battle light Sen got the gat and I know that we'll gat you right here's an example just a little sample how could I just kill a man one time tried to come in my home take my chrome I said yo it's on take cover son or you're assed out how do you like my chrome then I watched the rookie pass out didn't have to blast him but I did any way young punk had to pay so I just killed a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man It's gonna be a long time before I finish one of the many missions that I have to establish to lite my spliff ignite you with insite so if you ain't down bullshit say some punk tried to get you for your auto would call the one time and play the rolemmodel No I think you'll play like a thug next hear the shot of a magnum slug humming coming at ya yeah you know I'm going to get cha How do you know where I'm at when you haven't been where I've been understand where I'm coming from When you're up on the hill in your big home I'm out here risking my dome just for a bucket or a faster ducket just to stay alive yo I got to say fit here is something you can't understand how I could just kill a man here is something you can't understand how I could just kill a man here is something you can't understand how I could just kill a man here is something you can't understand how I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man Here is something you can't understand How I could just kill a man How I could just kill a man How I could just kill a man |
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Man walks along a railroad track
He goin' someplace and there's no turnin' back Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge Man sleeps by a campfire under the bridge Shelter line stretchin' around the corner Welcome to the new world of order Families sleeping in their cars in the Southwest No job, no home, no peace, no rest No rest! The highway is alive tonight Nobody's foolin' nobody about is where it goes I'm sitting down here in the campfire light Searching for the Ghost of Tom Joad He pulls his prayer book out of his sleeping bag The preacher lights up a budd and takes a drag He waiting for the time when the last shall be first and the first shall be last In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass With a one-way ticket to the promised land With a hole in your belly and gun in your hand Lookin' for a pillow of solid rock Bathin' in the city aqueduct The highway is alive tonight Nobody's foolin' nobody about is where it goes I'm sitting down here in the campfire light With the Ghost of old Tom Joad Now Tom said Mom, wherever ya see a cop beatin' a guy Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries Wherever there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the air Look for me Mom, I'll be there Wherever somebody's strugglin' for a place to stand For a decent job or a helpin' hand Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free Look in their eyes Mom you'll see me. Well the highway is alive tonight Nobody's foolin' nobody about is where it goes I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light With the ghost of Tom Joad |
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Ah down on the street
where the faces shine Floatin around I'm a real low mind I see a pretty thing in a wall I see a pretty thing in a wall In a wall In a wall In a wall Uh Yeah Uh Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love Yeah deep in the night I'm lost in love A thousand eyes they look at you A thousand eyes they they look at you Oh Come On Oh Come On Oh Come On Yeah Yeah Yeah Oh Come On Oh Come On Oh Come On Yeah Yeah Yeah Oh Come On Oh Come On Oh Come On Yeah Yeah Yeah Oh Come On Oh Come On Oh Come On Yeah Oh Yeah Uh Where faces shine A real low mind Faces Shine faces shine A real low A real low A real low A real low A real low A real low A real low A real low Oh Come On Oh Come On Oh Come On Yeah Yeah Yeah Oh Come On Oh Come On Oh Come On Yeah Yeah Yeah |
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Everywhere I hear the sound
of marching charging feet boy 'Cause summers here and the time is right for fighting in the street boy Tell me what can a poor boy do 'Cept for sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in this sleepy L A town There's just no place for a street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man Do you think the time is right for a palace revolution Where I live the game to play is compromise solution Well then what can a poor boy do 'Cept for sing for a rock 'n' roll band 'Cause in this sleepy L A town There's just no place for a street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man A street fighting man Well then what can a poor boy do Well what else can a poor boy do Hey my name is called disturbance I'll shout and scream I'll kill the king I'll rail at all his servants Well what can a poor boy do For sing for a rock 'n' roll band In this sleepy L A town There's just no place for For a street fighting man For a street fighting man For a street fighting man For a street fighting man For a street fighting man For a street fighting man For a street fighting man For a street fighting man For a street fighting man |
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I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well, I wake up in the morning Fold my hands and pray for rain. I got a head full of ideas That are drivin' me insane It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor I ain't gonna work on, nah I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more. I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more nah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more Well, he hands you a nickel And he hands you a dime And he asks you with a grin If you're havin' a good time Then he fines you every time you slam the door I ain't gonna work for, nah I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more Well, he puts his cigar Out in your face just for kicks His bedroom window It is made out of bricks The National Guard stands around his door I ain't gonna work, nah I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more Well, she talks to all the servants About man and God and law And everybody says Shes the brains behind pa Shes sixty-eight, but she says shes twenty-four I ain't gonna work for, nah I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well I try my best To be just like I am But everybody wants you To be just like them They sing while they slave and just get bored I ain't gonna work on, nah I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more |
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