[Rhymefest]  Mr. Blue Collar, yeah... you know what?  It's time for me to give a testament to where I came from  The streets of Chicago, Southside  Yeah, Mr. Blue Collar  I gotta do it like this    You can take the boy outta slum, can't take slum outta son  I should be lynched, I'm so high-strung  At 15 my mother tried to have me aborted  You gotta kill us both doc, I'm not the only one  It's a package deal, comin up like a pack of rats  fightin over scraps, the streets is ill  Take a trip to the city of wind, the city of sin  My block'll have you born again  But it ain't like church, life hurts  Drug raids, she stuffin rocks down her baby's diapers  It go the other way too when your mother's on hype  and you gotta serve her blow 'fore you go to school  So I spit like a fool to the chorus  Military jail time all they got for us  I seen how they deal every Hoover and Jeff Ford (how?)  Lock up all our leaders, let the ghetto eat us  I'm the ghetto Regis, in Che-vy Caprices  And niggaz that front can get blown to little pieces  Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know why? Cause it's    [Chorus]  All I do - workin hard for scratch  Talk shit get your jaw deattached  All I do - though I'm still in the streets a bit  A brother ain't fin' to take no shit  All I do - lil' buddy, this could get ugly  Trust me, cause this is  All I do - before I explode, I give you my ode  In the summer, rain, fall or cold    [Rhymefest]  Spittin bars is felt to carve wealth  And stay hungry to the death I will starve my-self  To keep what I got and have what I want  And stay real them my niggaz knowin half of 'em don't got  The gift to ball, a rhymers fit  Thought we still want the finest shit (all I do)  Is take whitey's bread, keep a nice spread  Hit the club and try to leave without bustin no heads  I don't care about a deal, I've been poor all my life  Cocksucker I ain't afraid of how the shit feel  Sit still, soak the moment in  You got somethin bad to say, nigga hold it in  You afraid to die? You ain't a soldier then  Chi-Town stand up, we supposed to win  Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know why? Cause it's    [Chorus]    [Rhymefest]  This for my people locked up for pushin diesel  Deliver us from this evil God (all I do)  Or gettin home from the gig and got a gang full of kids  You feel the stress like (all I do)  Setbacks, yeah you gotta expect that  Get back and grind nigga (all I do)  Now you can let yourself breathe  Throw yo' hands in the air and release say (all I do)    Mr. Blue Collar