The Works Of Men

Free your mind from the oppressor
I keep a nightstick in the dresser
For you to get messed up
There's no need to play dress-up
But, first, can you answer this question

Do you have leverage?
Or are you thirsty, no beverage?
Paid it in full, no severance
I'm asking for clarification
In the past, I would just waste them
But now I'm actively chasing

A hundred grand, rolled up inside a rubber-band
I'm done looking out for Uncle Sam
So, I keep a loud pack on me
Like a hundred bands
And I walk by faith
Until they see the sun again

They close the blinds
Don't want nobody looking in
Tell them what it is
But they fail to understand
What I mean when I say
Who want it, then?
You speak hate on the fake
But you're one of them

Hey, you, can you lend a hand?
I need someone to work the land
It don't pay well, but I'll let you live
And what you earn from me
I need ten percent

And, uh
Let me know when it's making sense
You need to be on time
When you pay the rent
But there's no telling when the earth will end
And nothing good comes from the works of men

OK, now I've got that out way
Wasn't working towards nothing
I was working towards my grave
Working with my hands
I was working for the man
Now, I'm working for myself
I'm working with a plan

But I still can't take a break
I still worry about being late
Cause when I get a check
It's in and out the bank
So, I'm doing what I can
Just to own a piece of land
And it's never really mine
But I finally got a chance

A chance to finally do some good
Get it understood
Are you doing what you could?
Doing what you would
The hourglass is out of sand
So, I'm running out of time
But all of it is in your hands

Hey, you, can you lend a hand?
I need someone to work the land
It don't pay well, but I'll let you live
And what you earn from me
I need ten percent

And, uh
Let me know when it's making sense
You need to be on time
When you pay the rent
But there's no telling when the earth will end
And nothing good comes from the works of men