Warehouse Blues

I'd like to welcome ya'll to my warehouse blues
Steel toed, dirt from my head to my boots
I gotta get the money
This the way that I choose
Let's give it up for my warehouse blues
I take a lunch break about a quarter after noon
Telephone calling home with the blues
I gotta get the money this the way that I choose
Pallet stacking got me rapping with the blues

I'd like to welcome ya'll to my warehouse blues
Steel toed, dirt from my head to my boots
I gotta get the money
This the way that I choose
Let's give it up for my warehouse blues
I take a lunch break about a quarter after noon
Telephone calling home with the blues
I gotta get the money this the way that I choose
Pallet stacking got me rapping with the blues

Let's not have confusion
I'm under no illusion
It's money I'm pursuing
But I'm coming to this conclusion
It's my mental that I'm losing
My body that I'm using
Im either limping or I'm bruising
But there's no refusing
I gotta eat
I must repeat
There's no defeat
I hear the bell ring
Go to punch the clock and then I go and do the same thing
Heaving and I'm hoeing
Don't know what God has been storing
But I'm telling you the shit is boring
As I wake up every morning
I dread this
Alarm ring birds ain't even singing
There's no breakfast
And my head itch cause my braids ain't been swinging
Got them tied down as I fight rounds
With my supervisor waiting
I don't know who he be talking to
That bitch must be mistaken
But I gotta get the bacon
There's no time for belly aching
But its got me contemplating
How much time am I wasting
But there's debt that I'm facing
And regret that I'm tasting
Wiping sweat from my forehead
I guess that's why I

I'd like to welcome ya'll to my warehouse blues
Steel toed, dirt from my head to my boots
I gotta get the money
This the way that I choose
Let's give it up for my warehouse blues
I take a lunch break about a quarter after noon
Telephone calling home with the blues
I gotta get the money this the way that I choose
Pallet stacking got me rapping with the blues

I'd like to welcome ya'll to my warehouse blues
Steel toed, dirt from my head to my boots
I gotta get the money
This the way that I choose
Let's give it up for my warehouse blues
I take a lunch break about a quarter after noon
Telephone calling home with the blues
I gotta get the money this the way that I choose
Pallet stacking got me rapping with the blues

I can't slang Cain
Cause I can't be in them chains
And my funeral awaits if I ever choose that lane
After all I am to blame
Chasing fortune and the fame
And never picked up any trade
Cause it was music that I claimed
But I admit I'm feeling drained
And this king is feeling slain
Lights a spark within my brain
Telling me to pick another way
Asking God to lead the way
Show me how to make this change
Before I boil over with rage
Please release me from this cage
I'm gonna enter a new phase
Don't need the diamond rings
But I need the finer things
The hundreds with the face
That's blue
No pocket change
A house
Within the range
Of the booth
So I can lay the magic
Laced with flame
Transmute all of the pain
I refuse being a slave
No more
Wading in the water
l'm grinding to go harder
More time to be a father
More time to be a lover
But it's time that I'm short of
I'm trying to be a soldier

I'd like to welcome ya'll to my warehouse blues
Steel toed, dirt from my head to my boots
I gotta get the money
This the way that I choose
Let's give it up for my warehouse blues
I take a lunch break about a quarter after noon
Telephone calling home with the blues
I gotta get the money this the way that I choose
Pallet stacking got me rapping with the blues

I'd like to welcome ya'll to my warehouse blues
Steel toed, dirt from my head to my boots
I gotta get the money
This the way that I choose
Let's give it up for my warehouse blues
I take a lunch break about a quarter after noon
Telephone calling home with the blues
I gotta get the money this the way that I choose
Pallet stacking got me rapping with the blues