You woman working knuckled bones
Turning torsoes out of every home
Givven pleasure to the glove
Praying glory to God Above
May the rest a little blooming gal
To give pleasures to the dirts in yall
Singing the hardworking songs
They drop the boom right in your woom
You dummy upp his blame
If you where white they could see your shame
Its all a midnight requsition to save the night
Food enough to endure yet another fight

The over lord makes a proposition
A promise to change your position
on the shady side lost your pride
on going on an forever ride
A metall tasted shady gray town
You still keep your head,
up like your queen of the throne
Take ten to rest you peace
How you all suffered to feel at ease.