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