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Work work work

I used to work for this BIG man.

He drinks, he eats, rotten his brain.

When things gotten chow-mien and I file for complain.

He laughs, he giggles, and left me out in the rain.

He thinks it is funny for a man work to feed his family.

You see he is a man with no degree in the world of Macy and JC Penny.

I work hard for my money.

To provide for my family the life that I don’t have.

To love and to play, through the days and through the nights.

I am not shy when it comes to what is mine.

I fight and I fought for the money I got.

I plea and I beg but I got no respect

Go home empty handed, I rest

Family is the only thing that I had.

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