Me and My Work

I got a piece of a job on the waterfront. Three days ain't hardly a grind. It buys some beans and collard greens and pays the rent on time. 'Course the wife works too. Got three big children to keep in school, need clothes and shoes on their feet, give them enough of the things they want and keep them out of the street. They've always been good. My story ain't news and it ain't all sad. There's plenty worse off than me. Yet the only thing I really don't need is strangers’ sympathy. That's someone else's word for caring.