Talib Kweli - Work To Do (Obama For America) (Remix) lyrics

[Verse One] [Naledge]: Martin said he had a Dream, Malcolm said, "By any means" 40 years later, now I'm sorta seein' what he mean Meaning that the American Dream is really just a fallacy If we don't take interest in our American reality And the reality is we need a new plan Critics say we can't but Barack say we can Can have better schools, health care for the youth Take our neck out the noose go and bring back the troops Give our nation a boost We don't need another Clinton in office and I'm sayin' ain't that the truth? A picture's worth a thousand words, ain't enough to say in this verse To tell your people our here that we got work [Chorus]: I, I got work to do I've got work baby (I got work baby) I've been hustlin' baby (I got work) Whoa I, I got work to do I've got work baby [Naledge]: To my hustlers out there grindin' For that street money on the clock 9 to 5in' Rock a suit and tie ? fly We gotta work hard if we tryin' to get by [Verse Two] [Talib Kweli]: The workin' hands of the workin' man Is fill with callouses The tenements right across the street from where the palace is The city in paralysis The healthcare, the welfare A farmer loses his farm in the country affects us all here Hard work and dedication God works His ways it's amazin', my words touch the heart of a nation Like Barack when he pop off his topics of conversation Rockets in my jeans, I got pockets of innovation A lot of my inspiration comes from family Still yo, ain't nobody handin' me nothin' that's just a fantasy Doin' the same thing over and over again expectin' different results Well, that's the definition of insanity I don't usually vote, matter of fact the folks who don't usually vote They usually quote me as a source of information But in my lifetime I never seen Dr. King's dream Fully realized in the flesh across the nation Let's go [Chorus]: I, I got work to do I've got work baby (I got work baby) I've been hustlin' baby (I got work) Whoa I, I got work to do I've got work baby [Naledge]: To my hustlers out there grindin' For that street money on the clock 9 to 5in' Rock a suit and tie ? fly We gotta work hard if we tryin' to get by [Verse Three] [Bun B]: Ayo, they say the time is now and the place is here C'mon America, face your fear We're so close that I can smell it in the air I can feel a change comin' and I can see clear (I gotta make it babe) We gotta show these people what to do The youth, they wanna stand up but stand up for who? Who's gonna help 'em with education? Jobs? Health? The economy and fairer distribution of wealth? They say no taxation without representation We've been gettin' taxed ever since America became a nation But lookin' in the face of the current administration It's not reflectin' me and I'm startin' to lose my patience Look here people I don't wanna sound preachy But the current state of affairs in this country ain't peachy It's not kosher and it's not real It's time for a change, so let's keep it trill We got work to do