No one says anything quite the way Mr. Gil Scott-Heron did. A spoken word MC, activist and self-proclaimed "bluesologist" Mr. Scott-Heron showed the world how to speak up for those who had no voice. And make it sound good.

Some of his best known compositions include: "The Revolution Will Not Be Televised" and "Whitey on the Moon".

Let's marinate this Labor Day on this piece called "Three Miles Down". A song that sheds light on the dark and claustrophobic world of the hardworking and risk taking coal miner. Helping us to appreciate the people and their struggles to produce the comodities we need most.

"Hard to imagine working in the mines... ain't no sunshine underground, it's like workin' in a graveyard three miles down."

Respect,

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“Here come the mine cars; it’sdamn near dawn.
Another shift of men, some of my friends, comin’ on.
Hard to imagine workin’ in the mines;
Coal dust in your lungs, on your skin and on your mind.
I’ve listened to the speeches,
but it occours to me politicians just don’t understand;
the thoughts of isolation, ain’t no sunshine underground.
It’s like workin’ in a graveyard three miles down.

Damn near a legend as old as the mines:
things that happen in the pits just don’t change with the times.
Work ‘till you’re exhausted in too little space
a history of desastrous fears etched on your face.
Somebody signs a paper, ev’ry body thinks it’s fine,
but Taft and Hartley ain’t done one day in the mines.
You start to stiffen! You heard a crackin’ sound!
It’s like workin’ in a graveyard three miles down.”