It ain't no good when boss man's stuffin' it down their throats for paper notes

Get out in the field

Put the mule in the stable

Ma she's a cookin'

Put the eats on the table

Hate's in the city

And my love's in the meadow

Hands on the plow

And my feets in the ghetto

Stand up, sit down

Don't do nothing

It ain't no good when boss man's

Stuffin' it down their throats

For paper notes

And their babies cry

While cities lie at their feet

When you're rockin' the street