[Intro: Tech N9ne]
 Fight the pain, inside the rain
 rebel know, to let the devil go
 So now to get paid, about to be working like a slave

[Verse 1: Krizz Kaliko]
 I'm kinda good, kinda bad, kinda get money can't be mad
 I'm kinda broke but I'm kinda rich
 Wishing I had a corner I could put a [bad word] in
 They ain't gonna do nothing
 Ain't like I'm suffering
 Food for a baby's mouth
 Then I bought a house for my baby mother and
 What's wrong? I try, don't matter, still die
 I'm strong, but I'm not
 When I'm alone, I cry
 Out for you, it's hard to do
 I can't see you so doubt for you
 When out my mouth I sprout the noose
 Too much vodka and mountain dew
 Explainin' what I be meanin'
 If you listen fast you think I was a Heathen
 But the last Sunday receivin' the preacher from the pastor
 Ain't even believin' the [bad word]  But no Hades, god's baby
 God made me, a little crazy
 And I'm off, I'm gone
 My life is my songs
 What I mean when I sing, still on a wing and a prayer
 But if I listen to what is written in the scriptures maybe it will get me there
 Share with the people I swear it is an evil scam that might be in vain
 But if I say I I'm the genius then like jesus everybody gonna know my name
 (KALI)
 [bad word] 
 I've been working like a slave oh, lord
 And I get tired along this lonesome journey
 I done [bad word] on this road, I've been wrong
 I know, I know that there's no peace in my shelter
 There's going to be no peace in my shelter

[Verse 2: Kutt Callhoun]
[OHH LORD LORD LORD]
 I need reparations due to devastation from the state of present situations
 And it's not easy to walk a narrow path in my jeans
 It's hard when your family wondering when your going to make another
 Stop leaving, stop breathing for a minute cuz it's all artificial when the laws trying to get you
 When them haters right behind em and you wanna shove a double barrel sawed off in your denim
 What can I do to stop a big catastrophe
 When niggas after me and [bad word] after me
 Wanna have my baby, listen niggas lady
 Trials and tribulations tackle me
 My mama think I made it, she feeling me lately
 Proud of her only son born
 Kids think I'm the greatest
 I cannot display this
 Smile feelin like a funyon
 (Salty and all) you'll be (locked in a stall) trying (lost in the cause) [bad word]  no denying
 Ain't nobody gonna do it for me
 For the moment let it drive me insane
 Solicitation of a prostitute
 Cuz you a ho when you're playing this game
 But it's okay, I am gonna to ride till I triumph
 Cause everybody once upon a time was a slave
 This is Callhoun
 [bad word] 
 I've been working like a slave oh, lord
 And I get tired along this lonesome journey
 I done [bad word] on this road, I've been wrong, I know
 I know there's no peace in my shelter

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
 I work, I play, and I drink booze every day
 Drinking em up for the blues
 Ima say used in a way
 [bad word] astray
 Allah, God, Jesus, Jah somebody please help me
 Mama got a problem with diabetes it don't seem healthy
 Everything depends on ninna fame hittin dantez sr
 Got a [bad word] thinkin some of the fans I'm makin would they wanna do me like Selina
 Devil laughin like a hijena
 Losin all the good in my demeanor
 I don't wanna go psycho
 But choke the flow you know I got ta go and charlie sheen yaa
 Tryina stay good with the old lady
 My mom made it go crazy no time for my poor babies
 So don't let a [bad word] play me
 When I say FU pay me
 Even though I'm gettin' money you could still see I'm hungry like I'm in Haiti
 What am I to do? What am I to you?
 But alot of coo, but im not immune
 Can't you see? I'm stressed not free