I but my house
I mow my lawn
Feeling dawn
The wife comes home
The son is grown
Healing bloom
I'd rather work
With my own hands
Than a man
You work your whole
Life, for one thing
Through your struggle
True perks of your life
You're done king
True pure hustle
I wash my car
I sweat the tar
Wrinkled hands
We pull the weeds
We prune the trees
Tired knees
I'd rather work
With my own hands
Than a man
You work your whole
Life, for one thing
Through your struggle
True perks of your life
You're done king
True pure hustle