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Mr. Blue Collar, yeah, you know
It's time for me to a testament to where I came from
The streets of Chicago,
Yeah, Mr. Blue Collar, I gotta do it this

You can take the boy outta slum, can't take slum son
I should be lynched, I'm so high
At 15 my mother to have me aborted
You gotta us both doc, I'm not the only one

a package deal, comin' up like a pack of rats
Fightin' scraps, the streets is ill
Take a to the city of wind, the city of sin
My block'll have you born

But it ain't church, life hurts
raids, she stuffin' rocks down her baby's diapers
It go the way too when your mother's on hype
And you gotta serve her blow 'fore you go to

So I spit like a fool to the
Military jail time all got for us
I seen how they deal Hoover and Jeff Ford
Lock up all our leaders, let the eat us

I'm the Regis, in Chevy Caprices
And niggaz that front can get blown to pieces
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know
'Cause

All I do, workin' for scratch
Talk get your jaw deattached
All I do, I'm still in the streets a bit
A brother ain't fin' to no shit

All I do, lil' buddy, this could get
Trust me, 'cause is
All I do, before I explode, I you my ode
In the summer, rain, or cold

Spittin' is felt to carve wealth
And hungry to the death, I will starve myself
To keep what I got and what I want
And stay real them my niggaz knowin' half of 'em got

The gift to ball, a fit
Thought we still want the shit, all I do
Is take whitey's bread, keep a nice
Hit the club and try to without bustin' no heads

I don't care a deal, I've been poor all my life
Cocksucker I ain't of how the shit feel
Sit still, the moment in
You got somethin' bad to say, hold it in

You afraid to die? You a soldier then
Chi-Town up, we supposed to win
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you why?
it's

All I do, workin' hard for
Talk shit get your jaw
All I do, I'm still in the streets a bit
A brother fin' to take no shit

All I do, lil' buddy, this could get
Trust me, 'cause is
All I do, before I explode, I you my ode
In the summer, rain, or cold

This for my locked up for pushin' diesel
Deliver us this evil God, all I do
Or gettin' home from the gig and got a gang full of
You the stress like, all I do

Setbacks, yeah you expect that
Get and grind nigga, all I do
Now you can let breathe
yo' hands in the air and release say, all I do

Mr. Collar