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Roots The Thought Work

baw black be on some other shit nigga talk like you work for the government my words worth like Barns and Nobel spit hot flames that'll harm your vocal spit thought

baw black be on some other shit nigga talk like you work for the government my words worth like Barns and Nobel spit hot flames that'll harm your vocal spit thought

baw black be on some other shit nigga talk like you work for the government my words worth like Barns and Nobel spit hot flames that'll harm your vocal spit thought

I'm cynical, well, oh now you Know, put a whole in an MC like Cheerio, they don't Hear me though, I work for the struggle I don't work For dough, I

try all I need is a pair of wings I be willin' to fly tryin to get a piece of the pie and they aint be thinkin I work for it I be doin' right but Im being

of having to work as a gas station clerk for this jerk breathing down my neck driving me bezerk I'm tired of using plastic silverware Tired of working

I work for? I'm worth a lot more than I work for Just saving up for something you can't afford But having it's such a lovely thought Ever warred with

Jah was with you from the start Glorify his works And please be upfull in your thoughts Even though the ones who wish you well Are few and far apart People never thought

I was sitting on home I was still watching television and you didn't try to call me We'd been going steady for six weeks And . . . I thought you were my teen-age thrill I thought