W-4 Songtext
von dead prez

Yo

Going out
We light this J up right here

For all the hard working folk
Pop Duke
Across this country
Across the world
Auntie
For everybody on the grind every day 9 to 5, 8 to 12
It′s just, you know how we do it
Hand to hand, whatever
Yo
Yo


I've been working all my life but ain′t got nothing to show
I ain't telling you nothing you don't already know
I′ve been working all my life but ain′t got nothing to show
Like this world just don't want us to grow
I′ve been working all my life but ain't got nothing to show
I ain′t telling you nothing you don't already know
I′ve been working all my life but ain't got nothing to show
Wanna run up in the White House and kick in the door

What a nigga gon' eat when the refrigerator empty?
Work all week, let the boss man pimp me
Can′t pay no rent ′til the 15th
Landlord call the police to evict me
Looking for a job and they won't ask
Have you ever been to jail? No, they gon′ ask
Ever took a piss test that you didn't pass?
In between jobs in the past, how you get cash?

I done worked over hot ass stoves
I done picked up trash off roads
Winter time in the streets in the cold
Many time had to sleep in my clothes on the floor
What you know about being poor?


Seeing most of your kinfolk be on dope
Ain′t nobody in the hood got no hope in this fucked up system
And that's why we don′t vote
Still paying niggas $4.25
How the fuck we supposed to survive?
I'm close to the edge
Government taking most of my bread in taxes
Might as well had a toast to my head

Make a nigga wanna wild out
Run up in the White House with the gauge out
Click clack

Give me my shit back, biatch

I've been working all my life but ain′t got nothing to show
I ain′t telling you nothing you don't already know
I′ve been working all my life but ain't got nothing to show
Like this world just don′t want us to grow
I've been working all my life but ain′t got nothing to show
I ain't telling you nothing you don't already know
I′ve been working all my life but ain′t got nothing to show
Wanna run up in the White House and kick in the door

Whoa whoa
Oh oh oh
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

Putting on my uniform

Just a number on a W-4 form
See where I'm from, it′s a few ways out
Either rap, either sports, either dope or the casket
You can work to the bone but I tell you
Please don't put all your eggs in one basket
We don′t ever get a piece of the pie

Work fifty years, retire, then die
Stay poor, rich folks is a criminal
But you don't wanna hear me though
So thank God it′s Friday, ain't it what we live for?
Nigga gotta get up out the plantation

Same job that my pop had before me
I'ma pass it down to my seed, fucked up situation
Make a nigga wanna wild out
Run up in the White House with the gauge out
Click clack

Give me my shit back, biatch

I′ve been working all my life but ain′t got nothing to show
I ain't telling you nothing you don′t already know
I've been working all my life but ain′t got nothing to show
Like this world just don't want us to grow
I′ve been working all my life but ain't got nothing to show
I ain't telling you nothing you don′t already know
I′ve been working all my life but ain't got nothing to show
Wanna run up in the White House and kick in the door

Whoa whoa

Really though
You don′t know
My J-O-B

Is just like a plantation
They owe me
But got me filling out this application
My J-O-B
Is just like a plantation
They owe me
And got me filling out this application
What I look like