[Verse 1]
My granny used to prick her fingers back when she was picking cotton
Now I'm picking cotton shirts, just for me to rock em
Like they threw scissors but I’m still throwin paper out
I take it to another level, elevator route
Ridin out, windows low keep my music high
Cruise till I crash like Vanilla Sky
Gil Scott-Heron died, revolution won’t be televised
I tell more vision ’cause my television tellin lies
Sugar coated like the bottom of the kool-aid made
By my cousin, fools buy jewels to prove they paid
Doin’ dirt for clean kicks, whip the whips like a master
Watch the plates past like a pastor
Pass the Peas like we used to do
And workin’ in the field where niggas use the tools
And the game is such a shame, its so insane to love the pain
And love fame of gettin lynched but niggas hang
[Hook]
Ain’t nothin changed since the says on the cotton field
Ain’t nothin changed since the says on the cotton field
Put on your chain you’re still a slave, though you got a deal
And gotta deal with the people tryin to plot and kill (would you share it?)
Ain’t nothin changed since the says of the cotton field (if I ask you?)
[Verse 2]
It’s just the black man's curse, that we carry since the black man's birth
3/5 is still a black man's worth
They say the black man's gold is still the white man's dirt
But all the green he makes a product of the black man’s work
Ain’t a damn thing changed, it’s still a slave trade
NFL, NBA, just ain’t the same name
All these record label execs manufacturin' songs
Ask Jimmy Iovine how many slaves he owns
Because music’s the new cotton, niggas is out pickin it
The minute you ain’t got a hit, see how many give a shit
Your worth is just equivalent to their financial benefit
Forgetting ??? and Tuskegee syphilis
Still Emmett Till toss the body in the river
Cops shot Oscar Grant, ‘cus to them you’re just a nigga
Ain’t a game, such a shame, so insane, know the pain
Sang the songs of those of us who son of slaves
[Hook]
[Outro]
You can't walk the walk of free men in a modern time like this, you walk like a slave. And this is why you're a cripple, because you think you cannot walk without your former slave masters. And if your former slave master don't help you, you don't think there's any help for you even though you talk God. You live in fear of your former slave masters and their children. Your problem is, you are not now, nor have you ever been, a citizen of the United States of America. You are a slave to white America
My granny used to prick her fingers back when she was picking cotton
Now I'm picking cotton shirts, just for me to rock em
Like they threw scissors but I’m still throwin paper out
I take it to another level, elevator route
Ridin out, windows low keep my music high
Cruise till I crash like Vanilla Sky
Gil Scott-Heron died, revolution won’t be televised
I tell more vision ’cause my television tellin lies
Sugar coated like the bottom of the kool-aid made
By my cousin, fools buy jewels to prove they paid
Doin’ dirt for clean kicks, whip the whips like a master
Watch the plates past like a pastor
Pass the Peas like we used to do
And workin’ in the field where niggas use the tools
And the game is such a shame, its so insane to love the pain
And love fame of gettin lynched but niggas hang
[Hook]
Ain’t nothin changed since the says on the cotton field
Ain’t nothin changed since the says on the cotton field
Put on your chain you’re still a slave, though you got a deal
And gotta deal with the people tryin to plot and kill (would you share it?)
Ain’t nothin changed since the says of the cotton field (if I ask you?)
[Verse 2]
It’s just the black man's curse, that we carry since the black man's birth
3/5 is still a black man's worth
They say the black man's gold is still the white man's dirt
But all the green he makes a product of the black man’s work
Ain’t a damn thing changed, it’s still a slave trade
NFL, NBA, just ain’t the same name
All these record label execs manufacturin' songs
Ask Jimmy Iovine how many slaves he owns
Because music’s the new cotton, niggas is out pickin it
The minute you ain’t got a hit, see how many give a shit
Your worth is just equivalent to their financial benefit
Forgetting ??? and Tuskegee syphilis
Still Emmett Till toss the body in the river
Cops shot Oscar Grant, ‘cus to them you’re just a nigga
Ain’t a game, such a shame, so insane, know the pain
Sang the songs of those of us who son of slaves
[Hook]
[Outro]
You can't walk the walk of free men in a modern time like this, you walk like a slave. And this is why you're a cripple, because you think you cannot walk without your former slave masters. And if your former slave master don't help you, you don't think there's any help for you even though you talk God. You live in fear of your former slave masters and their children. Your problem is, you are not now, nor have you ever been, a citizen of the United States of America. You are a slave to white America
more tracks from the album
From the album
- Save Our Souls (2012)
Add-2 popular songs
- Stop Play Rewind
- Set It Off
- Prey for the Poor
- We Gon Make It
- The Niggalude
- BRB
- Young Black Boy
- Say Goodbye
- Kool Aid
- Green Light Party
- On My Soul
- When You’re Ready
- One Night
- Good Mourning Black America
- 10,000 Hours (30 Hours Freestyle)
- Iron Mic
- Bomber & a Fly Chick
- Ghetto Dreams Freestyle
- Death Of Chicago
- The Glorious
- Eulogy
- Runnin’
- Club Church/Club Hell
- The Ugly Side of Beautiful