This one for my dawgs , we was outside, days in the mud , this hard labor pays for the bud , we alright.
Same shit every fall , niggas get that call , it's on site. Hope and pray I don't have to work like this my whole life .

Keep faith in the plan , stack the safe nigga keep grinding . Soons we get off work you know I'm finna blow a 3 5. Ain't nothing to do but get high , boy I'm too tired.
Looking forward to the weekend, then I might can take my time.
Maybe write some rhymes , maybe find a place to slide , I'd take her for a ride, but my baby left me high and dry, I'll prolly stay inside . It's was times it was it was good times mostly it was aight , try look on the bright side in the darkest points in life.


All Them summers we was on the pit they upgrade me to driver ,
They traded my baby 76, that was my first ride. They gave me some ol broken shit, aye that was so trife. if y'all don't get this shit fixed I'm calling OSHA . On site. All these places OD racist , management is all white . They be in shop sipping beers talking bout beating they wives . We was in the field working sharpening our knives.
It's obvious to me see the plans they plot for our demise , I love to make a nigga think I don't know and that I'm not wise. I can't wait to wake up off the grid go and grab my rifle , hunt and kill my meal and just sit and contemplate in silence .