Im not on top
stretchin their backs.
on a Saturday night.
if Im able to work
and laugh and dance
and stay out of debt.
but it sure aint hell.
they cant afford,
up over the ranks,
My life aint heaven
actin bored.
I get my hair done
so I dont have to pick
and head cross town
they ought to study me on Saturday night.
from day to day,
They move into condos
If they want to learn how to live life right
where the music is blue
at the factory.
and to the point.
Folks write about me.
Then get spruced up
So are they.
posin and preenin
And turn away from worry
and have the luck to be Black
and get paid right
We meet our men and go to a joint
to my friend girls house
and I dont have to rake.
but I pay my bills
My job at the plant
Buying big cars
ridin around town
aint the biggest bet,
where we plan our round.
to the local banks.
Take the church money out
pawn their souls
Some clichty folks
They accuse me of livin
with sassy glance.
dont know the facts,
and puttin on acts,
for my own selfs sake,
how I work all week
They just cant see
but who are they kiddin?
but I call it swell
