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my people - adam bomb lyrics

[intro: *martin luther king jr. sample*, *krs*one sample*, & adam bomb]
“so often, we overlook the work and the significance, of those who are not in, in the so*called ‘big jobs’, but let me say to you tonight, that whenever you are engaged in work that serves humanity and is for the building of humanity, it has dignity, and it has worth”
“everyday i see my mother strugglin’
now it’s time, i’ve got to do something
i look for work i get dissed like a jerk
i do odd jobs and come home like a slob”
all my real people
all my everyday people
all my struggling just to get by peoplе
my forgotten people

[verse: adam bomb]
this onе is for the unfamous, this ain’t for other entertainers
this is for the plumbers and the painters, the pots and pans scrubbers and the waiters
truckers and landscapers
the pavers, the physical instructors and trainers
the cabbies, the supers, the bouncers, the movers
the teachers, all the youth counselors and tutors
the cooks flipping hamburgers and sales account managers
the maids, the janitors, the realtors, the roofers
whether you in the office or the mall selling reeboks
a factory or pushing cell phones out a kiosk
a service technician, a nurse an electrician
a clerk, whether you work on research or a transmission
this is for my people with purpose and ambition
firefighters and farmers, bank tellers and barbers
paramedics and artists up in tattoo parlors
all my entrepreneurs relying on silent partners
my bus drivers and couriers, riding ‘round in the city
pizza boys surviving on by*the*hour delivery
my caterers and tenants and gas station attendants
this is for everybody behind the counter at timmy’s
and anyone dealing cars, construction and decent parts
who come in with good intentions and end up leaving with scars
this is for telemarketing callers and csrs
who spend they day on computers to spend their evening at bars
this is for the moms and dads collecting trash or
working two jobs ‘cause they tax ya’ check in half
my full*timers, part*timers, nine*to*fivers, all*nighters
never let ‘em make you think that you’re second*class, my people
[outro: *sample*]
“my people”
“my people”
“my people”
“my people”
“my people”
“put it on my people”
“my people”

- adam bomb lyrics

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