I Can't Call It

[Verse 1] I can't call it Struggling workaholic that married one Hell of a tug-of-war in my home I'm not at all a know-it-all, I'm winging it cuz Still ain't got an answer, but I know who does When you come from a place below the dirt All you know is struggle work, struggle work Hard to see the worth of a person's personhood Would love to see the past end But the system keeps on proving it's not And when I say "system" I mean justice economic, social educational If money talks, then educated colors are bilingual And I'm the son-in-law of the immigrants' Legal citizen thanks to Nixon I'll probably do my best to convince you I'm a victim But I can't call it Just a struggling workaholic And I'm exhausted And I can't call it [Verse 2] I'm enduring the race, got what it takes I won't complain, He wrote the pace Somehow convinced myself sweat on my brow is my wealth You ain't a real man 'til calluses grow on your hands But it's all I knew and it's how I grew And I'm exhausted, my kids are barely new Sweet sweet found clash, beat beat pound as We speak loud as a million and one trumpets of pride Stomach was rumbling louder than music Saying you hoping that God would use it Lie to yourself, convince your dome You only doing this for your home If you doing this for your home, then go home Go home, go home But I can't call it, I can't call it Just a struggling workaholic And I'm exhausted