This is a song about "Mining industry"

I came in industry without get any help

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

But in her kind of industry there is alot of lovers

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Face of the industry

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

But that's a industry mentality, misogyny's a reality,

You servant,to the industry when your skill is honestly worthless,

She mighty fine but i notice that her heart resides next to bitterness

And that cocaine industry has us americans so fascinated,

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

So much black on it look like i'm mining coal, call fire control,