No Rest For The Weary

There's no rest for the weary
 Just another day grindin' up stones
 'til they turn into dust
 It's tough times 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.
 When the colonizer came with the cross and the sword,
 I threw the first spear and said, "I declare war"
 I'm a battle scar wearin' heir apparent,
 Descendant of a long lineage of proletariat peasants
 So check the work ethic in the name,
 The lessons might change,
 But the essence in 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 buy a little whine talk,
 Head hit the concrete to line with your spine.
 I speak to find peace but it's 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 or faded as often.
 So getcha hands dirty 'cause a prayer ain't enough
 Boss, what cross?
 We got crucified by buckshots
 One million Jesus' and Judas got his nuts off
 Pages, torn out the memories of those who remain
 Shackled by the chains of international capital gain
 they claim civilized with they animal ways
 Peace to Oakland, I've never been a fan of the A's
 But some days you can find me inscribing my
 soul on the page every crime has an alibi
 Disciplined and organized
 is how I handle my,
 New Jacks is spending mad time on they 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 in 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're delinquent,
 Half the school district never make it to commencement.
 I bend the spine of the track until it snapped
 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 this song ain't a psalm waiting for God to answer
 Brothers call me "dog" they got the letters backwards
 I'm back with a plan of attack to repossess my name, face, and history y'all
 Who goin' test my capacity to spit caliber shit
 Into a rhythmic lesson entertainments's a legitimate weapon
 Igniting the cipher session I'm deciphering life,
 and blending both theory into practice
 I write vernacular and actual fact, got no posturing
 A thousand pointed 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 in 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 till your feet split open
 No rest for the weary, Blue Scholars keep goin'
 We're going to talk about more, more matters that you can relate to, know what I'm sayin'?
 'cause that's what, that's what the whole message about everything that we rhyme,
 It's what we try to connect.