no rest for the weary (blue scholars lyrics)

There’s no rest for the weary, just another day grinding up stones
Till they turn into dust it’s tough times in the rough
Time it ain’t enough to cover up
A corrupted and fucked up legacy of strange food, bloody whips and small pox,
trigger happy cops, barbed wire and fire water ya’ll don’t stop
When the colonizer came with the cross and the sword,
I’d be the first there that said “I declare war”
I’m a battle scar wearin’ and reparin’
The sentence come along with the age of proletariat (?)
So check the work ethic in the name
The lessons might change, but the essence of the message is the same
So when they say anything, say “why is it?”
Class is in session til the teacher gets a pink slip
I ride the rhythm and buy the little whine talk
Head hit the concrete in line with your spine
I speak to find peace, but it’s war all the time
It’s deep like the drive from renton to shoreline
I’m a more mindful guy ever since finding out that
I’m about to be a father, and doubt is not an option
And now I can’t be getting’ crunkifated as often (?)
So get your hands dirty cuz your prints are great enough boss (?)
What cross?
We got crucified by buckshot
One million Jesus’s and Judas got his nuts off
Pages, turn out the memory of those who remain
Shackled with the chains of international capital gain
They claim civilized, but they animal ways
Peace to Oakland
I’ve never been a fan of the A’s
But some days you can find me inscribing my soul on the page
Every crime has an alibi
Discipline and organize is how I handle my
Jack suspending mad time only that’ll rhyme
I can’t knock it if you find it entertaining
I rep those whose labor ain’t compensated
So check the work ethic in the name
The lessons might change, but the essence of the message is the same
So when they say anything, say “why is it?”
Class is in session til the teacher gets a pink slip
Forty to a class, no wonder we’re delinquent
Half the school district never make it to commencement
I been the spine of the track until it snapped
Pops working overtime and he got a broken back
Got three little sisters, one brother in iraq
And ma prays to Venice (?) to keep the fam intact
But the song ain’t a psalm waiting for God to answer
Brothers call me dog, they got the letters backward
I’m back with a plan of attack
To repossess my name, face and history, ya’ll
One test my capacity to spit caliber shit
Into a rhythmic lesson and (?) it’s a legitimate weapon
Igniting the cipher session I’m deciphering life,
and blending both theory and into practice
I write vernacular, in actually fact, God, no posturin’
A thousand pointing fingers I defied every one of them
I ride for my brother and he carry the burden,
of a future uncertain til the fall of the curtain
You better move, hold your head high, soldier, it ain’t over yet
That’s why we call it a struggle, you’re supposed to sweat
So check the work ethic in the name
The lessons might change, but the essence of the message is the same
So when they say anything, say “why is it?”
Class is in session til the teacher gets a pink slip
Crazy landlady tried to switch up on the lease
If she raises up the rent again it’s time to say peace
Peace, peace, and that’s my piece
It’s still all about the woman in the belly of the beast
From the east, my brother, we came
The lessons might change, but the essence of the message is the same
So when they say anything, say “why is it?”
Class is in session til the teacher gets a pink slip
So keep marching till your feet split open
No rest for the weary, blue scholars keep goin’
We’re going to talk about war, cuz war is a matter that you can relate to, know what I’m sayin’? Cuz that’s what the whole message about everything that we rhyme…it’s what we try to connect.