Power (Whiskey Barons Heavy Funk Remix) - Ray Barretto

And I know that you been worried 'bout my drinkin', but I been feelin' alright It's just a couple of little ol' stitches And my heads starting to feel just fine And ain't nobody got time just to sit around Worry about poor ol' me I gotta build this house got babies on the way Got mouths to feed Go on and give it to me Go on ahead and put the heavy on me Go on ahead and put the heavy on I asked ya once, if I can bear all the weight Put the heavy on my shoulders and see I made a promise, I'm her mountain of stone, won't be Alone as long I can breathe You like to work in mysterious ways Served me up a slice of G-O-D I like a challenge so I better start ownin' up To what you got in store for me Go on and give it to me Go on ahead and put the heavy on me Go on ahead and put the heavy on Bloodline, it's in your last name Daddy raised me the same way that I'll do you one day And I can handle a little pressure on me Take the load off the feeble ones and pass it my way I got bills, got mouths to feed Let's pack it on and we'll see Lord if you're bettin' on me (bettin' on me) So go on ahead and put the heavy on me Go on ahead and put the heavy on me Go on ahead and put the heavy on me Go on ahead and put the heavy on me Go on ahead and put the heavy on

Plunge, mother love-drug Trust in the blood-lust Tough, father god gust Running out of dumb luck Guess again Laced, with the water is a poison mace Get in the game son, walking won't win the race No knives or guns All I wanted was a little taste No crying or bleeding In the name of the season For keeping off the road With all your pills to keep you dead Bottle of wedding day To keep all the ghosts away What did that letter read To scatter your rosaries? Talk with your finger tips The voice of your innocence Caught in the spider's nest Awaiting the holocaust Laced, with the water is a poison mace Get in the game son, walking won't win the race No knives or guns All I wanted was a little taste No crying or bleeding In the name of the season For keeping off the road With all your pills to keep you dead The time is wrong, the song won't rhyme To leap across the foggy sea We were all dead We were lying in bed We were all dead We were lying in bed