| Gotta get up, gotta go to work
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| Work so hard that your back all hurt
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| Hurt so bad cause you work so hard
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| Pick that cotton, work that yard
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| Yard is hard cause the sun beat down
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| Down beatin sun makes shoulders brown
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| Shoulders brown and they might get burnt
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| Masses whip if your back all hurt
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| Hurts my family to live like dirt
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| Like dirt live in the streets for show
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| Winch your mast, I need that dough
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| That dough needs so my kids can grow
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| Grown kids can don’t stand like me
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| Be real tall for the world to see
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| See my world is world be free but my free world is conspiracy
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| Young and black and proud like me
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| Black and proud, stop crowding me
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| Crowding got clouds over me
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| One day you’ll be soo tall
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| Move back, move back that morning sun
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| Shine this light for everyone
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| That light gon' shine, them clouds is done
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| One day you’ll be soo tall
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| Gotta fight back and I’m pressed all up
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| Against that wall and my life is stuck
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| Stuck like this, I’mma stay fucked up
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| Fucked up state when the beat don’t bump
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| Don’t beat bump when you feel that thump
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| In your chest cause you’re blessed with funk
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| Funk with blessings ain’t it pumped
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| Momma raised ya’ll for days
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| For days ya’ll wanna hold me down
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| Fit to clown up out to town
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| Town about the world to struggle
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| Struggle made me, stronger bubble
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| Bubble’s stronger, lasted longer
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| Pray to God, gotta make me calmer
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| Calmer make me, take me higher
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| Babies need they pacifier
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| Father made me better rhymer
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| Rhymin better, living kinder
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| Kinder living for the city
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| Sinning with them tig ole bitties
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| How’s it diddy, lookin' pretty
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| Pretty lookin got me shookin
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| Make some lovin', keep it cookin
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| Cookin keep it, come on peep it
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| Love’s the reason, we all need it
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| Needed are we, Robert Marley
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| Said one love now it’s time to party
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| Get on down like Gras de Mardi
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| Love to each and everybody
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| Everybody love to each
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| Try to hear you with that speech
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| Cause life is harder than a peach
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| When you’re young and black and proud like me
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| Black and proud, stop crowding me
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| Crowding got clouds over me
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| One day you’ll be soo tall
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| Move back, move back that morning sun
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| Shine this light for everyone
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| That light gon' shine, them clouds is done
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| One day you’ll be soo tall |