Blue Scholars - No Rest For The Weary lyrics

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There's no rest for the weary just another day grinding up stones

Till they turn into dust, it's tough, dimes in the rough

Diamonds ain't enough to cover up a corrupted and fucked up legacy of strange fruit

Bloody whips and small pox, trigger-happy cops

Barbed wire and fire water, y'all it don't stop

Whether colonizing game with the cross and the sword

I threw the first spear and said "I declare war!"

I'm a battle-scar wearing heir apparent

Descendants of a long lineage of proletariat and peasant

So check the work ethic and the name

The lessons might change but the essence of the message is the same

So when they say anything

Say "why is it?"

Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip

I ride the rhythm and vibe a little whine talk

Head get the concrete to line wit' your spine

I speak to find peace but its war all the time

It's deep like the drive from Renton to Shoreline

I'm a more mindful guy ever since finding out that

I'm about to be a father and doubt is not an option

And now I can't be getting crunk and faded as often

So get your hands dirty 'cause a prayer ain't enough

Boss, what cross?

We got crucified by buckshots

One million Jesuses and Judas got his nuts off

Pages torn out the memory of those who remain shackled

in the chains of international capital gain

They claim civilize with they animal ways

Peace to Oakland, I've never been a fan of the A's

But some days you can find me inscribed in my soul on the page every crime has an alibi

Disciplined and organized is how I handle my

New jacks are spending mad time on their battle rhymes

I can't knock it if you find it entertaining

I rep those whose labor ain't compensated

So check the work ethic and the name

The lessons might change but the essence of the message is the same

So when they say anything

Say "why is it?"

Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip

Forty to a class, no wonder we delinquent

Half the school district never make it to commencement

I've been the spine of the track until it snaps

Pops working overtime and he got a broken back

Got three little sisters, one brother in Iraq

And mom prays novenas to keep the fam' intact,

But the song ain't a song waiting for God to answer

Brothers call me "Dog", they got the letters backwards

I'm back with a plan of attack to reposes my

Main face in history y'all who wanna test

My capacity to spit caliber shit into a rhythmic lesson

And entertainment's a legitimate weapon

Igniting the cipher sessions I'm deciphering life

And blended both theory into practice I write

Vernacular and actual fact

Got no posturing

A thousand points and fingers I defied every one of them

I ride for my brethren who carry the burden

of a future uncertain 'til the fall of the curtain

You better move

Hold your head high soldier, it ain't over yet

That's why we call it a struggle

You're supposed to sweat

Check the work ethic and the name

The lessons might change but the essence of the message is the same

So when they say anything

Say "why is it?"

Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip

Crazy landlady tried to switch up on the lease

If she raises up the rent again it's time to say "peace"

Peace, peace and that's my piece

It's still all about the bullet in the belly of the beast

From the East my brother we came

The lessons might change but the essence of the message is the same

So when they say anything

Say "why is it?"

Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip

So keep marching 'til your feet split open

"No Rest For The Weary" Blue Scholars keep going

Thanks to Erik W. for these lyrics

Thanks to Erik William R. for these lyrics