Fruits of My Labor

planted the seed, tilled the land
now im holding, the fruits of my labor, in my hand
worked two damn jobs, just to put a roof over my head
back and feet hurt so much, from standing, i wanted to be dead
keep going was a little voice, singing in my mind
while listening to the background yell out, its gonna take some time
lawd have mercy on my soul, sweet Jesus help me reach my goal
saving all money, acting all funny, when people wanted my ends
no time for going out, it was more like see u latter my freind
i got a job to do, damn had I had two, only wanted to work one
there wasnt a second for fun,
Cause I was planting seeds and tilling the land
so i could hold on to the fruits of my labor,
and maybe serve dinner at my table
one day, in my house
that i held the deed too, and ofcourse with my name on it
a brick porch front house, is what i evisioned
but the banks said my fico score and credit history would make that descision
and years of employment at the same job with a decesnt salary
there wasnt a easy way to cut through all the formalities
nothing in life is easy, if you want it, you gotta work, you gots to bust your ass
you gotta plant some seeds, till the land
so you can hold on, to the fruits of your labor, in your hand.
it took me a year to accomplish the unthinkable
sacrificed me so I could be free, became more conceviable
10/20/2009 was the closing date, I received keys that opened doors to my fate.
It was all worth it, I would do it all over again, just to prove to my self.
If I plant some seeds and then till the land.
I can hold on to, the fruits of my labor, in my hand.
Amen-Ra