Work Of Heart

This is not a game
It’s a court [?]
That’s why I write furiously in the morning
While the birds tweet
I let the words leap
From the mind in the mental
It’s never coincidental
It's divine
So I recognize I can’t sleep
Tapping away at the papyrus
You admire us
But you do not understand what the fire does
Sacrifice good love and partners mean mugging
But the virus must manifest goddess
God bless the child
I wanna see progress
I show fresh fruit
You can pine for the apple
But the man must go
And the rhyme must flow

This is hip hop energy
Please note the enemy
Save the pit stops for Penelope
Download my melody
Shocking gibe and it shows
Prosperous for the dough
But poisonous for the soul (ah ah)

Work of heart
Work of heart
Work of heart
Absolute, I love the burn to the roots

Work of heart
Work of heart
Work of heart
Absolute, I love the burn to the roots

I lost my pigeon
Words get written
Scribbling to find my own religion
Vultures hover there’s bones for picking
Prima donnas caught slipping as a regular sight
Behold the vision
The meat won’t inherit a thing
Ming is merciless
Now I know why the cage birds sing
It’s worth the risk
The bigger the bucks
Power corrupts
But we all return to dust
That’s a must and you can trust (work with us)

Still drumming with that bebop jazz
Finger drumming on the table
Excuse me while I spazz
Only way up is yaz
We don’t follow the fags
Or the razzmatazz

Keep one eye on the sparrow
Keep a jab on the path[?]
Both feet on the ground
Rest in peace James Brown
Talk is cheap
Cinderella won’t sleep
Til the glass slippers on both feet
Must I repeat?

Work of heart
Work of heart
Work of heart
Absolute, I love the burn to the roots

Work of heart
Work of heart
Work of heart
Absolute, I love the burn to the roots

Wow we’re here
Loud and clear
Trying to wrestle with a constant fear
Do we deserve to persevere
Even scream from a village that we are the rear[?]
The group to cherish the voice to hear
In a world where we’re worse for wear
Some don’t even like us here or like our hair

Before we perish
Let’s make this clear
We are not the same
You are not prepared

Your ways of funny
Rules are odd
Only really praise money
But you’re quick to share God
We’re not
Crabs in a barrel or peas in a pod
We’re not
Having a bar or leaving a pub

If you’re not going to save the children
Don’t claim to be the household that builds them (in fact)
Go tell it to Nebraska, the Franklin coverup
The higher up the food chain, you shut em up

Work of heart
Work of heart
Work of heart
Absolute, I love the burn to the roots

Work of heart
Work of heart
Work of heart
Absolute, I love the burn to the roots

Work of heart
Work of heart
Work of heart
Absolute, I love the burn to the roots

Work of heart
Work of heart
Work of heart
Absolute, I love the burn to the roots