I make Rock 'n' Roll records I sell 'em for a dime I make my living and, feed my children All in your good time The Blues they go for a quarter Is guaranteed to satisfy It's a real, funky deal Don't let it pass you by If your evening sun don't shine, my

It's time for me to deal Becoming all too real Temptation, Why won't you leave me alone ? Lurking every corner- Everywhere I go Self Control, Don't turn your back on me now When I need you the most

Damn, why they want to stick me for my paper? They want the deeds to my fruit of labor Every time I turn around Lawsuits put a lean on a king crown Ten million was the last check Devil wanna deal a nigga death or debt They want to own every thing I own