I Ain’t a Real Man Wax

[Intro]
I ain't a real man, real men work
Digging, digging, shoveling dirt
The kind of work that when you get home your back hurt
Bloodstains cover your shirt, that's real work
I ain't a real man, real men work
Digging, digging, shoveling dirt
The kind of work that when you get home your back hurt
Bloodstains cover your shirt, that's real work

[Verse 1]
Rapping and rhyming, that isn't grinding
What's grinding, the cats that were trapped
In the mine when the mine capsized over top of 'em
And cats couldn't find 'em
Little kids asking the firemen if dad was alive in the tragic environment
That dad had a task to provide them with
A little shelter and food to eat
So he traveled deep in the sweltering grueling heat
Moving his feet 'til he a mile below
Knowing some workers died there a little while ago
No es nada, people gotta do what they gotta
A man gets a little but "The Man" gets a lotta
Nothing proper, never got an opportunity to get a bachelor's or a docto-
Rate, pop'll get the opposite
Fire in the hole
Never had a silver spoon so he's mining for the gold
And eventually, it gets to a designer and it's sold
And it's worn around the neck of someone rhyming and we're told
That they got that shit grinding
I don't get that
The dude's grinding climbed in with a pickaxe
And I ain't hating if you spit raps
I'm just saying I admit facts