Black Slate Sticks Man Lyrics

Sticks man, why you do that?
Robber man, why you do that?

Say it was your mother
Say it was your father
Would you like that, yeah
Would you like that

You go to work every day
At the end of the week you get your pays

Sticks man, why you do that?
Robber man, why you do that?

You nah thief nothing worthwhile...
You nah rob the Bank
You nah rob the Rich
You not... white and black is the same
No bother 'till the man does, yeah

I said-a sticks man, why you do that?
Robber man, why you do that?

You say you're takin' away the tax that they take from us
You also take from your blood If you tear from white you will tear from black, oooh yes

Sticks man, why you do that?
Robber man, why you do that?

Hustle, Hustle in the right way
I think you're my Brethren, oh yeah
Hustle, Hustle in the right way
I think you're my Brethren

Oooh, yeah

If the truth, you're after 'bout the truths and rights
Oh, oh
Oh, no, oh
I said about the truths and rights
You're after more, more, more

I said-a sticks man, why you do that?
Beggar man, why you do that?

My Brethren
You're after the ball
You're choosing right
You're after the ball

You're choosing right