death will be on company,
I like my number more than my name
I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be,
like bullets in a billionaire's brain
I'm too worn to own a thing,
not lend all the words I sing,
praise the man
I'll starve to death,
cleanin' your kitchen floor,
and die of thirst in the pouring rain
Praise the man
My family's one big assembly line
I live to be the dirt round the roads
I love the extra mile and over time
My back broke and my tongue
on their boots
I'm an overthinking,
understanding piler
Yes sir, please praise the man
I'm the gold tooth in your boss's smile
The pain in the eyes of
ancient crude
But my soul ain't satisfied
If I was born and schooled,
worked, then died
I got a world inside my hands
And I'm free when they say I am
I'm breaking down,
ready to lose the eager,
God praise the man
My time of death will be your company
My life will mean as much
as my work
I chose to fade for all those above me
No matter what my children preferred
Maybe this way
ain't the only end
We were not born to solely
praise the man
Maybe we live below the rich man,
but heat can rise and buildings can burn.
Praise the man.
Praise the man.
to be free...
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