Rhymefest - All I Do lyrics

Mr. Blue Collar, yeah... you know what?

It's 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, can't take slum outta son

I should be lynched, I'm so high-strung

At 15 my mother tried to have me aborted

You gotta kill us both doc, I'm not the only one

It's 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 block'll have you born again

But it ain't like church, life hurts

Drug raids, she stuffin rocks down her baby's diapers

It go the other way too when your mother's 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

I'm the ghetto Regis, in Che-vy Caprices

And niggaz that front can get blown to little pieces

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know why? Cause it's

All I do - workin hard for scratch

Talk shit get your jaw deattached

All I do - though I'm still in the streets a bit

A brother ain't fin' to take no shit

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

Spittin bars is felt to carve wealth

And stay hungry to the death I will starve my-self

To keep what I got and have what I want

And stay real them my niggaz knowin half of 'em don't got

The gift to ball, a rhymers fit

Thought we still want the finest shit (all I do)

Is take whitey's bread, keep a nice spread

Hit the club and try to leave without bustin no heads

I don't care about a deal, I've been poor all my life

Cocksucker I ain't afraid of how the shit feel

Sit still, soak the moment in

You got somethin bad to say, nigga hold it in

You afraid to die? You ain't a soldier then

Chi-Town stand up, we supposed to win

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know why? Cause it's

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 nigga (all I do)

Now you can let yourself breathe

Throw yo' hands in the air and release say (all I do)

Mr. Blue Collar