Album Name : Tobacco Road
Release Date : 2009-10-21
Song Duration : 1:25
Common Market Trouble Is
Yea, there it is, there it is
Service, work it
The vagrant came upon a plot, shop – set it down
Found vacant, he gon' make it into something better now
Barn hand, conversant in farm land, planted seven rows
Will it ever grow? Heaven only knows, though he's
Hopeful, never boastful about the ethic
Set it deep into the earth, work and serve, all the
rest let it
Come or not, hot summer sun, son – bumper crop
Over night, or so some thought (now they're talkin'
that)
What you really did to get this windfall, spendin' all
year estranged?
Better not be mystical, typically the criminals here
they hang
Aint nobody ever seen you cultivate, rake or till, ya
dig?
Take a lot to win a pot, wanna pay the rate? The stakes
raised, you bid?
In or out, what the men around here 'bout, finna count
a pound of cheese
Double down, you intend to win the prize, otherwise
bounce and leave
We don't care where you came from, since day one seen
the game constructed
We gon' watch it all fall, frauds claim to save it in
the name of love? Nuh uh.
Bubble, fizz – what the trouble is?
This is hustle biz – what the trouble is?
A couple kids – what the trouble is?
Muzzle ripped, tell 'em what the trouble is, come on
now
Trouble is love don't want you, boy, see the
Trouble is love don't want you, baby, see the
Trouble is love don't want you, no, see the
Trouble is love don't want you here
Not one to gamble, lit the Camel, took a long drag
Sat back and blew, inside he knew these folks had gone
mad
Through the smoke proposed a wager: tails, you can take
my fields
Heads, you accept my station; they deliberated, deal!
Coin turned for what seemed like eternity, slow breath
Some folks wept and fretted while the peasant never
broke a sweat
Confident he had 'em in the talisman's descent
By the time they shouted "TAILS," he done packed his
bags and went
Best never try to test the vets, you wanna settle?
Better pay your dues
To the boss you done lost your crops, in one toss I'll
take your food
Better be gone, set about and keep on a boulevard
towards the boat
Ever come back get about a ton of that d-CON down your
throat
In the meantime we find these fine fruits do quench a
thirst
And for pay we may persuade and convince some of these
men to work
In the end we sup and supplement the income caught in
the trap
We must be blessed, best of all – that farmer's gone,
thank God for that
Double-dipped – what the trouble is?
That's hustle biz – what the trouble is?
A couple kids – what the trouble is?
Knuckle, fist, tell 'em what the trouble is, come on
now
Trouble is love don't want you, boy, see the
Trouble is love don't want you, baby, see the
Trouble is love don't want you, no, see the
Trouble is love don't want you here