Blue Scholars - No Rest For The Weary lyrics

There's no rest for the weary just
Another day grinding up stones
Till they turn into dust
It's tough times in the rough
Diamonds ain't enough to cover up a corrupted
And fucked up legacy of strange fruit
Bloody whips and small pox
Trigger happy cops
Barbed wire and fire water
Y'all it don't stop
When the colonizer came with the
Cross and the sword
I threw the first spear and
Said "I declare war!"
I'm a battle-scar wearing heir apparent
Descendants of a long lineage
Of proletariat and peasant
So check the work ethic and the name
The lessons might change but the essence
Of the message is the same



So when they say anything say "why is it?"
Class is in session 'til the
Teacher gets a pink slip
I ride the rhythm imbibe a little whine talk
Head get the concrete inline wit' your spine

I speak to find peace but
It's war all the time
It's deep like the drive
From Renton to Shoreline
I'm a more mindful guy ever
Since finding out that
I'm about to be a father and
Doubt is not an option
And now I can't be getting
Crunk and faded as often
So get your hands dirty cause
A prayer ain't enough boss, what cross?
We got crucified by buckshots
One million Jesuses and >Judas
Got his nuts off
Pages torn out the memory of
Those who remain shackled
In the chains of international capital gain
They claim civilize with they animal ways
Peace to Oakland
I've never been a fan of the A's
But some days you can find me inscribing my
Soul on the page every crime has an alibi
Disciplined and organized is how I handle my
New jacks are spending mad time
On their battle rhymes
I can't knock it if you find it entertaining
I rep those whose labor ain't compensated
So check the work ethic and the name
The lessons might change but the essence
Of the message is the same

So when they say anything say "why is it?"
Class is in session 'til the
Teacher gets a pink slip
Forty to a class, no wonder we delinquent
Half the school district never
Make it to commencement

I bent the spine of the track until it snaps
Pops working overtime and he
Got a broken back
Got three little sisters, one brother in Iraq
And mom prays novenas to keep the fam intact
But the song ain't a song
Waiting for God to answer
Brothers call me "Dog"
They got the letters backwards
I'm back with a plan of
Attack to repossess my
Name, face, and history y'all who wanna test
My capacity to spit caliber shit
Into a rhythmic lesson
And entertainment's a legitimate weapon
Igniting the cipher sessions
I'm deciphering life
And blended both theory into practice I write
Vernacular and actual fact got no posturing
A thousand pointing fingers I defied
Every one of them
I ride for my brother who carry the burden
Of a future uncertain 'til the
Fall of the curtain you better move
Hold your head high soldier
It ain't over yet
That's why we call it a struggle
You're supposed to sweat
Check the work ethic and the name
The lessons might change but the essence
Of the message is the same

So when they say anything say "why is it?"
Class is in session 'til the
Teacher gets a pink slip
Crazy landlady tried to switch
Up on the lease
If she raises up the rent again
It's time to say "peace"

Peace, peace and that's my piece
It's still all about the bullet in
The belly of the beast
From the East my brother we came
The lessons might change but the essence
Of the message is the same
So when they say anything say "why is it?"
Class is in session 'til the
Teacher gets a pink slip
So keep marching 'til your feet split open
"No Rest For The Weary"
Blue Scholars keep going