Up a six, home at five, 
Ridin the grind, just to stay alive, 
Beat my guts out, still get no respect, 
The 1%, need a reality check,
        
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        When I begin worry, and ask how will we pay the bills? , 
You just look at me, and then I see, that Somehow, Someway we will, 
When things don’t go as planned, and I wonder will it be okay? , 
I hear your gentle voice speak Somehow, Someway, Someday,
        
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        It started off as a sparkle, exciting and new, 
As most things, you know, they usually do, 
But as time passed, I began to see through, 
What it really was, to be the true you,
        
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        I miss my children, I miss my wife, 
I miss my simple Island way of life, 
I miss my home, the cool sea breeze, 
I miss the ocean against my knees,
        
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        At one time, I had it all, 
In my palms, it seemed to fall, 
I took for granted and now it’s gone, 
Like a sparrow, with a melodic song,
        
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        I regret to inform you, that on this day, 
Your daughter, your son, has gone away, 
I rapt at your door, heavy-hearted dismay, 
That your daughter, your son, on foreign soil they lay,
        
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        I Love You, but not in Love with you, 
What a concept, 
As I lay in our bed alone, while you slept, 
And quietly tears shed, as I wept,
        
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        Cast off the main lines, we set sail today, 
The seas are calm, as we plot our way, 
On the ship called ' Our Future'; built so sound, 
That when the waves envelope, we only bound,
        
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        What can I do? 
Now your love, isn't true, 
You love him, but I loved you, 
This life we have forged,
        
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                    Working Man
                    
                    Up a six, home at five, 
Ridin the grind, just to stay alive, 
Beat my guts out, still get no respect, 
The 1%, need a reality check, 
Because why? 
A working man, is what I am, 
Gotta stick to the plan, a working man is what I am, 
My hands are blistered and my body it aches, 
Six days a week, is what it takes, 
No rest for the wicked, is our claim to fame, 
We built this world, but no one remembers a name, 
Because why? 
A working man, is what I am, 
Melanoma suntan, a working man is what I am, 
Silver spoon, which was born in hand, 
Not me boy, it's a steel lunch can, 
They make a dollar, I make a dime, 
They have the control, all I have is time, 
(And it's running out!) 
Because why? 
A working man is what I am, 
Goddamn THE MAN, a working man is what I am, 
  Grovel and grapple, for crumbs at their feet, 
No gettin ahead, barely make ends meet, 
These are small victories, but in the end defeat, 
Provide a life for our offspring, well it's  bittersweet, 
Because why? 
Because a working man, is what I am, 
Born enslaved to the damned, a working man is what I aaaammm,