Chorus:
People my people fell into a deep hole
And I don't know what's gonna happen anymore
But I work hard, hard to go

I'm in a private Idaho
At the bottom of a barrel with no dough
Life's a battle I'm in a manhole yo

Below zero degrees I won't freeze
Through my arteries runs a Caribbean breeze

Warm tropical storm
Bang my chest like King Kong
Had a female in my palm

Now the females long gone
I play the ape on the high towers
That are twins
Na no more messing round with skins

Miss thing
Tell me what you bring to the table
Would you like me more if I was signed to a label
Probably, probably not

I'm a struggling musician
With crazy intuition you should
Be by my side and give me support
Instead you cause stress now

I'm smoking Newports with menthol
You better off with your Ken doll
Silly illy Barbie peace hun, I'm sorry
It's all that you can say

Chorus:
People my people fell into a deep hole
And I don't know what's gonna happen anymore
But I work hard, hard to go

Now my love when it's hitting
it's like an addiction
Fools round the world wanna start friction

That's why I'm on this mission don't you ever think
I would sink to the level of trying to play the rebel
Fools pull triggers they be working for the devil
Real revolutionaries they don't need artillery

They think they're running shit
they're talking shit like Hillary
I got no time for the blah, blah blah
I take you to the battle no matter who you are

New York New York
Uptown in the casa
Shine like el Sol
So I always drink my Malta

Flow like agua flavor on ice
Like piragua plus we got
The illest tamboras and guitarras
Warrior son true champion-glow
That's the sound of a bog ol' gun
And that's more people buried in deep holes
My people, my people
Words don't come easily

Chorus:
People my people fell into a deep hole
And I don't know what's gonna happen anymore
But I work hard, hard to go