I?ve learned one thing. There?s no justice for the working man No! Not for the working man There?s no justice for the working man We works our fingers
' bacon, when I greet my brothers I say, "Asalaam alaikum" So I, strive to my duty for the better of the black man Everywhere you look the black man
't advance ya Why take a chance Ya just a lame, sellin' drugs for fame, that's the weak man's game It's a shame, got the chains on your brain, you're
ya Don't take a chance ya Lame Selling drugs for fame That's the weak man's game It's a shame You got the chains on your brain You're givin' Drugs to
