You load sixteen tons and what do you get?

Another day older and deeper in debt

Saint Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go

I owe my soul to the company store

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?

Another day older and deeper in debt

Saint Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go

I owe my soul to the company store

Ain’t the land of the free more like the land of slaves

On the JOB feel like Job when he prayed

Tryna stay lowkey, i ain’t posted in days

Gotta work OT just for Minimum wage

I been struggling lately, tryna get up but they hate me

Feeling stuck and I’m angry, if I blow up then they

Made me

If I go dumb then I’m crazy

Man this country amaze me

Look what they did in the 80s

Flood my city with rabies

Look what it did to the babies

Got em sitting in cages

Or it’s bodies on the street just to boost the engagement

Read about it in a tweet, them young **** is dangerous

When nobody can’t eat they give they soul to be famous

They say God made Man outta nothing but Love

But see a poor man is made outta muscle and blood

Hustling drugs, tryna get they way out the mud

Can't breathe cus the pressure weigh sixteen tons

You load sixteen tons and what do you get?

Another day older and deeper in debt

Saint Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go

I owe my soul to the company store

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?

Another day older and deeper in debt

Saint Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go

I owe my soul to the company store

Whether hammers on the railroad

Or hammers wit the shell toes

Strapped like Velcro

Trapped in a Hell hole

I ain’t going back that’s a hell no

Freedom for them Blacks that’s when hell froze

Dreams I don’t sell those, never did

Hoes better settle in, where I’m from **** gotta sell a brick

And they celebrated, gave they life to the street and still never made it

Tried to do the 9-5 but could never fade it, uneducated, underestimated, lack of dedication

Feeling like a slave on the run, burning lungs, pressure weighing sixteen tons

You load sixteen tons and what do you get?

Another day older and deeper in debt

Saint Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go

I owe my soul to the company store

You load sixteen tons, what do you get?

Another day older and deeper in debt

Saint Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go

I owe my soul to the company store