Foremen have told me more
than once, “Top Hand, you do
the work of four.”
Because I told him., “Cut me
four checks,” he don’t tell me
that no more
That don’t slow me down
Can’t hold back the frown
For the lost souls in the wrong
Karma coming for you dude
Are relations great or rude
Sit down and hear this song
In the air we work our magic
For all the world to see
Not overnight
Titans we fight
Dancing with the devil to grow
the city
Magic wands lit
We don’t hafta give a shit
Walk our line if you dare
If you can’t, best beware
Karma will not catch you
when you fall
For Mother Earth we care
Put your law in your
underwear
You fukT yourself
Ironworkers hear a natural call
Elite among blue collar craziest folks you ever saw
Weaving bonds instead of paying them for mischief we didn’t do
Unless they got shot on camera witch sounds just like you, too
Undeniable evidence Cannot be a doubt
Sitting in a cell wishing they had give a shout
Could plant a seed in jury grow a whole nut tree
To pick a fight with a college retard
Sold its soul to take our money with no regard
Some of them nuts will fall
For it to add to its collected haul
While effectively bringing smiles being funny
Twitching words to reverse his vision
Four of a kind Kinging pillars on my card
Wielding lightning built so solid Big Bad Wolf come cross the line
Protecting women and children precision built with hand tools by Klein
Vamp, I’ll burn you with my cross
Twister coming at the nest we built so strong
Only Time’s allowed to take our work
Titans tucker out before that long
Take a deep inhale from a burning bush bong
Proudly serving we enrich blood sucker employing our boss
Cross their minds with our binds
Broken free from their weakness for moneys
We shine, especially to their honeys
Goddess gifted elevated courage wing lifted rock solid strong to the core.
We’re the Kings of men the Queens adore
The kind of men gals need on Earth
Honorably open to bringing birth
Proven in many ways their patriotic worth
Keys to opening unknown doors
And some days spent in constant praise
To Gravity as we call higher powers down
To keep boots on the iron
No belief in the fall
Sudden stop to what hits the ground
Growing the city with Karma a tiny gal could keep up with me
Suddenly I knew gals can do all I can do then some
They are sacred All I adores
Teammate asked me would I fuk her
In telling truth I spoke my No free
No belief in fuking Give Karma love and she’ll bite the vamp for me
We work to grow cities in snow
Extremes of heat Ten hour days No sweat
5:30 quitting time We get wet
First two go down fast
And conversation is a blast
At the tailgate before we load up to go to our homes on the range and nothing is strange as our magic works to bewitch the demons in you college fork tongues
Soft weak hands, blowing weak wind from fukT lungs
Liking to suck from slaves
Tenderfoots dig their own graves
Can’t walk the line
Jealous I got mine
Brother Christ bumps the Top Hand
For knowing how to stand
To build own self image and look in the mirror
Believing in me there is nothing to fear
At the end when in night
I know I done right
I am every gals dear
Vamp, Karma coming for you
College boy minions, she’s after you too
Best tell the Truth with great reason to do as you done
Pure intent is the key that works for me
And I walk with Christ among Children of the Son