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Mr Blue Collar yeah you know what
Its time for me to give a testament to where I came from
The streets of Chicago Southside
Yeah Mr Blue Collar
I gotta do it like this
You can take the boy outta slum cant take slum outta son
I should be lynched Im so highstrung
At 15 my mother tried to have me aborted
You gotta kill us both doc Im not the only one
Its a package deal comin up like a pack of rats
fightin over scraps the streets is ill
Take a trip to the city of wind the city of sin
My blockll have you born again
But it aint like church life hurts
Drug raids she stuffin rocks down her babys diapers
It go the other way too when your mothers on hype
and you gotta serve her blow fore you go to school
So I spit like a fool to the chorus
Military jail time all they got for us
I seen how they deal every Hoover and Jeff Ford how
Lock up all our leaders let the ghetto eat us
Im the ghetto Regis in Chevy Caprices
And nggaz that front can get blown to little pieces
Yeah yeah yeah you know why Cause its
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All I do workin hard for scratch
Talk sht get your jaw deattached
All I do though Im still in the streets a bit
A brother aint fin to take no sht
All I do lil buddy this could get ugly
Trust me cause this is
All I do before I explode I give you my ode
In the summer rain fall or cold
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Spittin bars is felt to carve wealth
And stay hungry to the death I will starve myself
To keep what I got and have what I want
And stay real them my nggaz knowin half of em dont got
The gift to ball a rhymers fit
Thought we still want the finest sht all I do
Is take whiteys bread keep a nice spread
Hit the club and try to leave without bustin no heads
I dont care about a deal Ive been poor all my life
Cockscker I aint afraid of how the sht feel
Sit still soak the moment in
You got somethin bad to say ngga hold it in
You afraid to die You aint a soldier then
ChiTown stand up we supposed to win
Yeah yeah yeah you know why Cause its
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This for my people locked up for pushin diesel
Deliver us from this evil God all I do
Or gettin home from the gig and got a gang full of kids
You feel the stress like all I do
Setbacks yeah you gotta expect that
Get back and grind ngga all I do
Now you can let yourself breathe
Throw yo hands in the air and release say all I do
Mr Blue Collar
