Paroles I ain't a real man (eom remix) Wax

I ain't a real man (eom remix)

Uh
I'm just sayin' man
I'm just fucking sayin'

[Chorus]

(2x)
I ain't real man, real men work
Digging, Digging, shoveling dirt
The kind of work, that when you get home your back hurt
Blood stains cover your shirt, that's real work

Rapping and rhyming, that isn't grinding
What's grinding, the cats that were trapped
In the mine when the mine cap sized over of them
And cats couldn't find them
Little kids asking the firemen if dad was alive
In the tragic enviroment that dad had a task
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 litte 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 doctorate,
pop'll get the opposite
Fire in hole
Never had a silver spoon o he's mining for the gold
And eventually it gets to a desinger 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 dudes grinding climbed in with a pickaxe
And I ain't hating if you spit raps
I'm just saying I admit facts

(2x) [Chorus]

Backstage I feel nervousness
Hoping that the show reach perfectness
But it feels kind of purposeness
When I think of mothafucker in the armed services
And man it ain't even right
That what they make in a month
I'mma make it tonight
And when they come home
they gon' wake up late in the night
What they saw, ain't no shaking the right
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'mma still look at dude as a champion
We get paid to chant these songs, it's stupid

Real man work
Digging, digging, shoveling dirt
The kind of work, that when you get home your 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 your back hurt
Blood stains cover your shirt

This is for my DC cats that would sell me 20 sack
And the migrant workers sending money back
To the fat plumbers who invented plumbers crack
Put your hands up, where the real truckers at?
At a rest shop 'cause they wanne tke a fucking nap
Electricians, don't get fucking zapped
Nobody better then ya'll just because they rap a couple
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 fall from grace
Ayo, MyFuck, the McRib
They can, McSuck, My McDick, check it out
McFuck, the McRib
They can, McSuck, my McDick

Uh
Real man work
Uh, uh
Real men work

Blood, sweat, tears
After a couple of years
You might have no hearin' in your ears
Or no vision,
Big Wax ain't no competions
Mother fucker listen
Check it out da dout da dout

I ain't a real men work
real men work

Digging (11x)