Wax - I Ain't a Real Man lyrics

[Hook] 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, 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, that's real work [Verse 1] 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 sh** 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 [Hook] [Verse 2] Backstage I feel nervousness Hoping that the show reach perfectness But it feels kind of purposeless When I think of motherf**ers 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 sight I mean stage fright's something I can deal with A grenade fight f**er that's some real sh** 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 sh** 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 [Hook] [Verse 3] 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 motherf**ers at f** a trucker hat, where the real truckers at At a rest stop cause they wanna take a f**ing nap Electricians, don't get f**ing 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 a** company falls from grace Ayo, Mcf**, the McRib They can, Mcs**, my McDick, check it out Mcf**, the McRib They can, Mcs**, my McDick