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No Rest for the Weary
by Blue Scholars

No Rest For The Weary - Blue Scholars

There's no rest for the weary
Just another day grinding up stones
'til they turn into dust
It's tough times in the rough
Diamonds ain't enough
To cover up a corrupted and fucked up legacy of strange fruit, bloody whips, and small pox;
Trigger happy cops, barbed wire, and fire water y'all it don't stop.
When the colonizer came with the cross and the sword,
I threw the first spear and said, "I declare war"
I'm a battle scar wearin' heir apparent,
Descendant of a long lineage of proletariat peasants

So check the work ethic in the name,
The lessons might change,
But the essence in the message is the same.
So when they say anything, say, "Why is it?"
Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip.
I ride the rhythm imbibe a little wine-talk,
Head hit the concrete to line with your spine.

I speak to find peace but it's war all the time,
It's deep like the drive from Renton to Shoreline.
I'm a more mindful guy ever since finding out that I'm about to be a father,
And doubt is not an option.
And now I can't be getting crunk or faded as often.
So getcha hands dirty 'cause a prayer ain't enough
Boss, what cross?
We got crucified by buckshots
One million Jesus' and Judas got his nuts off
Pages, torn out the memories of those who remain
Shackled by the chains of international capital gain
they claim civilized with they animal ways
Peace to Oakland, I've never been a fan of the A's
But some days you can find me inscribing my
soul on the page every crime has an alibi
Disciplined and organized
is how I handle my,
New Jacks is spending mad time on they battle rhymes.
I can't knock it if you find it entertaining,
I rep' those whose labor ain't compensated.

So check the work ethic and the name
The lessons might change,
But the essence in the message is the same.
So when they say anything, say, "Why is it?"
Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip.
Forty to a class, no wonder we're delinquent,
Half the school district never make it to commencement.

I bend the spine of the track until it snapped
Pops working overtime and he got a broken back
Got three little sisters, one brother in Iraq
And mom prays novenas to keep the fam' intact
But this song ain't a psalm waiting for God to answer
Brothers call me "dog" they got the letters backwards
I'm back with a plan of attack to repossess my name, face, and history y'all
Who goin' test my capacity to spit caliber shit
Into a rhythmic lesson entertainments's a legitimate weapon
Igniting the cipher session I'm deciphering life,
and blending both theory into practice
I write vernacular and actual fact, got no posturing
A thousand pointed fingers, I defied every one of them
I ride for my brethren who carry the burden
Of a future uncertain 'til the fall of the curtain
You better move
Hold your head high soldier it ain't over yet,
That's why we call it a struggle, you're supposed to sweat.

Check the work ethic in the name,
The lessons might change,
But the essence of the message is the same.
So when they say anything, say, "Why is it?"
Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip.
Crazy landlady tried to switch up on the lease
If she raises up the rent again it's time to say peace

Peace, peace, and that's my piece
It's still all about the bullet in the belly of the beast
From the east my brother, we came.
The lessons might change,
But the essence of the message is the same
So when they say anything, say, "Why is it?"
Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip
So keep marching till your feet split open
No rest for the weary, Blue Scholars keep going

We're going to talk about more, more matters that you can relate to, know what I'm saying?
'Cause that's what, that's what the whole message about everything that we rhyme, It's what we try to connect.

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