16 TONS
Ben Kenobe featuring Kyle Mac
Pre-Cleared
Truly a multi-hyphenate, Ben is an award-winning author and filmmaker. In 2022 he published his first middle grade novel, NOTHING INTERESTING EVER HAPPENS TO ETHAN FAIRMONT, the first book in a three book series. His debut Young Adult novel, PROMISE BOYS released January 2023 and was the largest publishing deal for a debut YA author ever. Promise Boys has received critical acclaim, including being a 2023 Boston Globe–Horn Book award honoree and a 2024 Odyssey Award winner. His next YA novel, UP IN SMOKE, is due May 6th, 2025.
Ben has written for TV, including the adaptation of his book Promise Boys with the Obamas, film and even video games. Even with the success he’s seen in TV, film, publishing and games, his passion lives with making timeless music.
ISRC
QZMEV2560074
Custom Track ID
rMGRJRPdpE2G
Composers
Nick Brooks (ASCAP) 100.00%
Original Publishers
Nick Brooks (ASCAP) 100.00%
Master Owners
Nick Brooks 100.00%
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Composer
Nicholes Brooks
Lyrics
ou load sixteen tons and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
Ain’t the land of the free more like the land of slaves
On the JOB feel like Job when he prayed
Tryna stay lowkey, i ain’t posted in days
Gotta work OT just for Minimum wage
I been struggling lately, tryna get up but they hate me
Feeling stuck and I’m angry, if I blow up then they
made me
If I go dumb then I’m crazy
Man this country amaze me
Look what they did in the 80s
Flood my city with rabies
Look what it did to the babies
Got em sitting in cages
Or it’s bodies on the street just to boost the engagement
Read about it in a tweet, them young **** is dangerous
When nobody can’t eat they give they soul to be famous
They say God made Man outta nothing but Love
But see a poor man is made outta muscle and blood
Hustling drugs, tryna get they way out the mud
Can't breathe cus the pressure weigh sixteen tons
You load sixteen tons and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
Whether hammers on the railroad
Or hammers wit the shell toes
Strapped like Velcro
Trapped in a Hell hole
I ain’t going back that’s a hell no
Freedom for them Blacks that’s when hell froze
Dreams I don’t sell those, never did
Hoes better settle in, where I’m from **** gotta sell a brick
And they celebrated, gave they life to the street and still never made it
Tried to do the 9-5 but could never fade it, uneducated, underestimated, lack of dedication
Feeling like a slave on the run, burning lungs, pressure weighing sixteen tons
You load sixteen tons and what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
You load sixteen tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saint Peter, don't you call me, 'cause I can't go
I owe my soul to the company store
