Vast Aire - The Workover lyrics

[Intro] Take you on this trip down memory lane [Verse One] I got up at 4:00 AM just to feed my kids sh** it's hard to eat when you don't got gigs See I'm a jazz player, I used to jam at old blues And little missy, she used to sing the blues Crazy Eddie used to tap his feet And you can hear Natalie scatting a beat But one day (one day) the Great Depression hit But we was all black so we ain't give two sh**s We figured we was already livin' it I came up in New Orleans Eatin' chicken and cornbread, with collared greens And the KKK k**ed loud mouth teens Yeah, there's three things I love My family, my drums and bootleg d** Will it ever get better? Huh, we didn't know Because we became citizens of Jim Crow [Hook] {x2} We've been struggling for too long You can change the year but I'll still sing the same song Like nothin' ain't wrong It goes on and on [Verse Two] I got up at 5:00 AM just to feed my kids sh** it's hard to eat when you don't got gigs I work hard for a livin' I'd rather be touring the world than doing dishes in the kitchen Make love not war was the slogan And females ripped they bras like Hulk Hogan Haha We had new ways of speakin' From groovy to jive talk, new way of thinkin' It s**s that I'm not even a man But The Man wanna put me in Vietnam Hell if I care what Elvis did I'mma stay home with them Woodstock kids I'm gonna play guitar, I know he look bizarre And the underarms is rank with a capital R This is re-vote music The king of rock is getting credit but it's up to us to do sh** [Hook] I got up at 6 AM just to feed my kids sh**, it's hard to eat when you don't got gigs And everybody's hat was a Kangol And the President's phrase was “Just Say No” It was ‘86, crack was God Making it to the ‘90s was hard Milli Vanilli revealed they couldn't sing And Rodney King got a mil for each swing But two cops got off Cali was wildin' when lights went off Broken gla**, fires got lit They should've burned Hollywood for that racist sh** I got sandpaper if you need me Cuz taggin my name became scratch-fiti The struggle just seemed to evolve With jazz, rock, or hip hop involved [Hook]