Brother Ali - Work Everyday lyrics

Damn, man i’m broker than an old VCR
Man i need a job
Are they hiring at your job?
I got a stack of red bills at my house
It looks like Valentine’s Day at the crib
My kids are eating left-over leftovers
Man i can’t fool them no more it’s job time

Every day every day got to work every day
Every day every day got to work every day

My God there’s got to be
More to life than this
There’s got to be a bigger
Reason that I exist
Work to eat to earn my keep
To ensure somewhere to sleep and
Spend the weekend buying shit

Don’t need economists to know I
Need pot to piss
Follow politics man I ain’t got time to think
What I got to set aside for my retirement
Cop a double shift pay somebody
To watch the kids

Sick of all this but can’t take an off day
Doctor’s office I can’t swing the co pay
Trapped in a network, lucky just to get work
They celebrate every week nobody gets hurt

Greed could never leave well enough alone
They keep on squeezing till we
Bleed from every bone
And we’ll strive hard and
Stress about the rent
Probably still die poor and in
Debt without a cent but

I guess I’ll carry my ass down to the
County and see what they’re talking about but
You know they treat you
Like you shot somebody
Just because you need a little help

You’re telling me you ain’t never
Been down on your luck
Never tried to make them ends
Meet but just got stuck
Never slaved at a gig like a bum with a cup
Added all your pennies up and
You still ain’t had enough

And the jobs full up they ain’t hiring
I’m barely surviving not enough
To get by with hunger is a constant problem
Stomach steady growling
People getting shot in my environment

Study go to college is
What them people hollering
Too many road blocks in the
Way it's not an option
To say that it's impossible I would be lying
But, you ain’t got a chance if you’re
Not up in that top ten

A couple got a scholarship but I am not them
Ain’t got the skills to pay the
Bills so my pockets are thin
So until I cop a gig and my hardship ends
Fixing to line my self up
At your welfare office again

And I expect to be accepted as
The man that I am
Respectfully and appreciatively Ma’am
God damn you must be out of your mind

Do you see this Tea Party stuff
Man? Them people look broke their
Damn self are they serious?

People stressing here’s the question
How they get people drinking
Tea in a recession?
It’s deception how absurd is this
How are so many poor people conservative?

A pro artist, I put it in the good music
A con artist job’s to make you look stupid
Lookie here I’ll teach you how
To look through it
First thing you need to know every
Con got a hook to it

They seduce you with a little wealth
Say you could have some of
These crumbs for yourself
If the government doesn’t make
Us help anyone else
You stuck a red sign on your foreclosed house

Make you think you’re taking back your nation
Then they turn it over to a major corporation
Those companies took the jobs overseas
And you handed them the wallet
Out your pocket for free

You’re staring in the sky with
Dollar signs for eyes
The blind right wing of a bird that can’t fly
Just a peacock with a poked out gut
Who’s too fat to fly so
His ass just strut but

They’re so criminal minded we’ve been blinded
Looking for an honest job and can’t find it
They got a job bill we got a light bill
If we don’t pay ours our life is quite real