Uh
I'm just sayin' man
I'm just $#&@ing 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 %#@! 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 motha$#&@er 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 $#&@er that's some real %#@!

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 %#@!
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 $#&@ing nap
Electricians, don't get $#&@ing 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 $$# company fall from grace
Ayo, My$#&@, the McRib

They can, McSuck, My McDick, check it out
Mc$#&@, 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 $#&@er listen
Check it out da dout da dout

I ain't a real men work
real men work


Digging (11x)