Roy 'Bugle' Thompson. - Peta-Gaye Clachar

Intro

Do, to do, do, what I'm gonna do, ooo ooo
Hh, Daseca

Chorus
Exercise everyday and I'm still not fit
My kids are hungry and I ain't got sh
What I'm gonna do, what I'm gonna do, what I'm gonna do
What would you do (rept.)
This is what I'm gonna do you all

Verse 1
Is just another day in the struggle
All I see is zinc fence and puddle
Life for me this ain't no fun
The only thing I can depend pon is my gn
I really don't wanna rob Mr. Chung
But, survival a di key inna di slum
If you're not a bees you might get stung
Please, don't ask me how come
We do what we do an we sell what we sell
An we con who we con, whole heap a lie tell
We rise an we fell in this place where we dwell
Don't think it's all well, it's on earth but it's hell
A place where you can identify by the smell
White collar criminal trick us with their fist an bell
A place where, babies are having babies
This, mothering place is crazy

Chorus
Exercise everyday and I'm still not fit
My kids are hungry and I ain't got sh
What I'm gonna do, what I'm gonna do, what I'm gonna do
What would you do (rept.)

Verse 2
One room fill with kids
You would have thought it's a bunch of Bradys
But we ain't white so you know it's all shady
Dinner tonight, maybe
Same routine, chicken back, gravy
Who would have thought in the year 2007 we'd still be living in slavery
They give us no alternative telling us to take heed
When you got to pay even for the fing air you breathe
Sometimes I wonder if my blood is different from the blood that has bleed
Oh shmy life is filled with so much pain and grief
I've got ten brothers and sisters and mom still a conceive
When our last siblings don't even start teethe
Dad try to make two ends meet the cops take his weed
I wish you know how much I gotta go, I gotta leave
I can't breathe, no roses growing
Even though I sow the seed, I gotta leave, I gotta leave
Yea, yea, I really gotta leave

Rept. Chorus (X4)