| I work hard every day
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| And I try to do a good job
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| My boss often walks up to me and says
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| «Hey boy, you sure been doing a nice job»
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| But I could always tell when he’s had a fight with his wife
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| 'Cause he comes to work screaming at me
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| He calls me a «nigga,» he calls me «trash»
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| I call him a «cracker,» I called him «trash»
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| If you treat me like a man, I’ll treat you like a man
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| But I ain’t gonna be no Uncle Tom like my father was
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| I remember when I was a little boy
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| Living with my father on a farm
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| His boss would walk up and kick him behind and said
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| «Hey boy, tomorrow, you better be on time»
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| Father would smile and say, «Okay, Mr. Jones»
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| And that’s when I would start to cry
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| I said, «Daddy, you’re bigger than him
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| Don’t take that from him
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| You don’t have to be an old Uncle Tom like your father was»
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| Now that’s why I left home, went out on my own
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| So I could find a better life for myself
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| But I found out it’s the same old scene living everywhere
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| But I ain’t gonna be no Uncle Tom like my father was
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| Now do you hear what I say, and don’t you know what I mean?
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| I ain’t gonna be no Uncle Tom like my father was, no, no no |