Born Under Punches

Take a look at these hands

Take a look at these hands

The hand speaks

The hand of a government-ment

Well, let me talk 'bout

Born under punches

All I want is to breathe

Won't you breathe with me?

Formed out in space

So we move in between

And keep one step ahead

Of yourself

Don't you miss it, don't you miss it?

Some y'all people just about missed it

Last up to make plans, I'ma tell them

On the government-ment

Never seen anything like that before

Fun bodies , don't walk 'cross the floor, I'ma tell them

When get to where you wanna be, thank you, thank you

When get to where you wanna be, don't even mention it

Take a look at these hands passin' in between us

Take a look at these hands

Take a look at these hands, they don't have to mention it

No thanks, on the government-ment

And the hit goes on

And the hit goes on

And the hit goes on

And the hit goes on

And the hit goes on

When the hen house be

And the hit goes on

And the hit goes on

I'm gonna join in man

And I'm gonna burn everything, I'ma tell them

Drowning in a herd of men

Fire tell them how to mend

Not the government man