Lyrics of ' hole in the bucket (slaveship mix) ' by Michael Franti & Spearhead

Yo check it out
One two one two
It's the microscope
From spearhead
Out of the area
Middle passage
On the chocolate super highway
Live in the nine five

Nine to five
Let me take you on the ride
One man is trapped up
In his self suicide
The graveyard ship
They got us trapped
In the ditch
Burying the sons
Of the mothers reminisce
Six feet deep
Can't crack the concrete
Critic chaotic
The system call me psychiatric
There's no fantasy
On this island
Mr hoorker went to court
For tax evasion
Tattoo was the lawyer
Props one eight seven
As we tried
To cross the border
The outlaws had uscornered
In the court
The judge start to wriggle
I think he gonna give us triple
Rigor mortis
My back is hard like a tortoise
From being with partner slaveships
They brought us

Hold up
I think it's a setup
There's a hole in the bucket
But we make it if we get up
Stand up
Hold up
I think it's a setup
There's a hole in the bucket
But we make it if we get up
Stand up
Hold up
I think it's a setup
There's a hole in the bucket
But we make it if we get up

Girl shake your hip
Why he's back
On the clip microscope
With the number one hit
The posse in the east
And my juggling at this
The posse in the west
And my juggling at this
The posse in the yard
And my juggling at this
Select
The rewind
And let's come back
To the verse
Six foot six
What's your name
Microscope
Where you from
Frisco
What you doing
Blowing smoke
Put it down
Yo my crew is spearhead
First point to the future
Living competitions dead
You running half court
I'm running full court
You're summer camping kid
I run the whole sport
You ought to walk
You brought forth to fought
But you couldn't fight
Call like a deer in the light
The vodka drops out
The devil pops out
Clip from automatically
But hole in the bucket
And if you got static
We talking with the magnet
Yo mary what you gotta say
Leave that crack alone

Hold up
I think it's a stand up
There's a hole in the bucket
But we make it if we get up
Stand up
Hold up
I think it's a stand up
There's a hole in the bucket
But we make it if we get up
Stand up
Hold up
I think it's a stand up
There's a hole in the bucket
But we make it if we get up
Stand up
Hold up
I think it's a stand up
There's a hole in the bucket
But we make it if we get up

Our father
Who are in heaven
We had no money for no sandwich
So we stuck up seven eleven
Walkin' out
Mr. Bomb
Here's some bread
No money for no junkies
Watchin' out for base hits
They walk the streets at night
Like they're living dead
The last drop in the bucket
Turn the water red
So who's the next to cry
A woman hold her head high
And wonder why
Her son die
Sellin' kilos
For big mike and little joe
The bucket overflow
Make him mad dope
Aint nothing changed this slang
Came to get fame
And when he die
My mama said
The system wants to blame
It's all the same
Game rap soups and cocaine
But if you stay insane
It's guaranteed you maintain

Hold up
I think it's a stand up
There's a hole in the bucket
But we'll make it if we get up
Stand up
Hold up
I think it's a stand up
There's a hole in the bucket
But we'll make it if we get up
Stand up
Hold up
I think it's a stand up
There's a hole in the bucket
But we'll make it if we get up
Stand up
Hold up
I think it's a stand up
There's a hole in the bucket
But we're making it forget that
Stand up
Hold up
I think it's a stand up
There's a hole in the bucket
But we make it if we get up
Stand up i think it's a stand up
There's a hole in the bucket
But we make it if we get up
Stand up