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new man wit a Ph.D. and cheese, but he pees in the pants He's sixty, she's in her twenties She said I be hard in her, overworking her And when I hit from

'm in the field, thats white lil' niggas and me From dusk to dawn 'til the sun come and it leave Through all seasons, winter, fall, summer and spring Pickin', pushin', pullin', cuttin' the field

keep 'em life from they stand Every night prayin' for prayin' go as far as the ceilin' Got me feel like I'm cursed from this heart that I'm dealin' An

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his hand But they need em to keep em life from they stand Every night praying for praying go as far as the ceiling Got me feel like I'm (cursed) from

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