Working Man Hallelujah

[Intro]
Alarm ring, back bent
Bills due, still blessed
Tie laced, cheap suit
Same grind, new test (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Clock in, same smell of burnt coffee
Boss talk slick, still he can't off me
Steel toes, broke soles, but I walk free
Got a picture in my locker, that's my heartbeat
Little man with the cereal on his face
Wife in my hoodie at our tiny place
They don't see 'em when I'm dragging through the gate
But they the reason that I carry all this weight
Punch in, I be praying in my head low
"Keep me patient while they clipping at my payroll"
They take hours, but they never take my halo
I turn the anger into gas, yeah, I stay glow (woo)
[Chorus]
I got those working man blues, but I'm singing hallelujah
Nine-to-five aching my bones, but I'm coming home to ya
Every scar, every stain on these hands is for my crew, yeah
Got those working man blues, but I'm singing hallelujah
(Choir) Hallelujah
(Me) I'm working for my baby boy
(Choir) Hallelujah
(Me) For my woman and our little joys
(Choir) Hallelujah
(Me) Got these tired boots on, it's true
But I'm smiling through the working man blues
[Verse 2]
Fluorescent lights buzz, mind gone drifting
Forklift hums, back hurts, still lifting
Check ain't much, but the love feel different
'Cause it stretch long, every dollar got a mission
Pack lunches, I be robbing from the snack shelf
Skip breaks, gotta stack for the gas help
Co-workers laugh, say I'm burning out my last self
I just grin, "watch me flip it into generational wealth"
FaceTime from the bathroom stall
Little boy waving with a crayon wall
"Wanna be like you when I grow that tall"
Made a grown man tear up in a dirty hall (yeah)
When I'm sore, when the day feel cruel
I see her in the kitchen making something from the scraps we pull
We ain't rich, but the table feel full
That's why I lace 'em up and march back into that bull—
[Chorus]
I got those working man blues, but I'm singing hallelujah
Nine-to-five aching my bones, but I'm coming home to ya
Every scar, every stain on these hands is for my crew, yeah
Got those working man blues, but I'm singing hallelujah
(Choir) Hallelujah
(Me) I'm working for my baby boy
(Choir) Hallelujah
(Me) For my woman and our little joys
(Choir) Hallelujah
(Me) Got these tired boots on, it's true
But I'm smiling through the working man blues
[Bridge]
[Choir soft]
When the overtime steals my sleep
Lift me up when my faith runs weak
[Choir builds]
When the long week cuts too deep
Let my love be the pay I keep (oh yeah)
[Chorus]
I got those working man blues, but I'm singing hallelujah
Nine-to-five aching my bones, but I'm coming home to ya
Every scar, every stain on these hands is for my crew, yeah
Got those working man blues, but I'm singing hallelujah
(Choir) Hallelujah
(Me) I'm working for my baby boy
(Choir) Hallelujah
(Me) For my woman and our little joys
(Choir) Hallelujah
(Me) Got these tired boots on, it's true
But I'm smiling through the working man blues (yeah)
(Choir) Smiling through the working man blues

rap, Upbeat East Coast rap with a soulful gospel choir hook, male vocals. Crunchy boom-bap drums, warm upright bass, piano stabs, and organ swells. Verses tight and rhythmic, ad-libs tucked in the pockets. Chorus explodes with stacked choir harmonies, handclaps, and call-and-response. Final hook modulates up for a lift, with the choir riding out over a big, triumphant groove., gospel, blues