I Ain't a Real Man [Bonus Track] (Eom remix)

I ain't a real man, real men work

Digging, digging, shoveling dirt

The kind of work, that when you get home you're back hurt

Blood stains cover your shirt, that's real work

I ain't a real man, real men work

Digging, digging, shoveling dirt

The kind of work, that when you get home you're back hurt

Blood stains cover your shirt, that's real work

Rapping and rhyming, that it isn't grinding

What's grinding, the cats that were trapped

In the mine when the mine cap sized over top of them

And cats couldn't find them

Little kids asking the firemen if dad was alive

In the tragic environment that dad had a task to provide them with

A little shelter and food to eat

So he traveled deep in the sweltering grueling heat

Moving his feet til' he a mile below

Knowing some workers died there a little while ago

No es nada, people gotta do what they gotta

A man gets a little but "The Man" gets a lotta

Nothing proper, never got an opportunity

To get a bachelor's or a docto-

Rate, pop'll get the opposite

Fire in the hole

Never had a silver spoon so he's mining for the gold

And eventually it gets to a designer and it's sold

And it's worn around the neck of someone rhyming and we're told

That they got that shit grinding

I don't get that

The dude's grinding climbed in with a pickaxe

And I ain't hating if you spit raps

I'm just saying I admit facts

Backstage I feel nervousness

Hoping that the show reach perfectness

But it feels kind of purposeless

When I think of motherfuckers in the armed services

And man it ain't even right

That what they make in a month, I'm a make it tonight

And when they come home, they gon' wake up late in the night

What they saw, ain't no shaking the sight

I mean stage fright's something I can deal with

A grenade fight fucker that's some real shit

They say the stage light's bright but it's actually kinda dark

When it's placed next to your newly missing body part

Or the bullet that hit your friend and stopped his heart

You're eighteen, your life's about to start

But some come home, people like "Who are you man?"

Some come home and they wife got a new man

Some come home and they life fall into shambles

Now they're just trying to keep a soup can full

You can see 'em up in any town

Uncle Sam don't pay per diem in the later rounds

He got a cardboard box sign

"Iraq Vet in need of far more boxed wine"

With his family gone

And some judgmental shit ain't what your man be on

Cause I'm a still look at dude as a champion

We get paid to chant these songs, it's stupid

This is for my DC cats that would sell me a 20 sack

And the migrant workers sending money back

To the fat plumbers who invented plumbers crack

Put your hands up, where you motherfuckers at

Fuck a trucker hat, where the real truckers at

At a rest stop cause they wanna take a fucking nap

Electricians, don't get fucking zapped

Nobody better than y'all just because they rap

To the people work at MacDonalds

Who wanna go to the corporate headquarters and smack Ronald

Across his face, I hope that stupid ass company falls from grace

Ayo, McFuck, the McRib

They can, McSuck, my McDick, check it out

McFuck, the McRib

They can, McSuck, my McDick