Black America
I don’t find it fucking funny. This fucked up dream that includes money You sell this shit to Black America It's only shit though that in that store We buy it up and then buy more Fendi, Gucci, Prada galore Yet no land, not freedom of that I'm sure These chains are financial All the men caged like animals Women with fat asses and expensive tits Shake and quiver when that beat hits Still the dream remains just that Whilst we hide in fades and fitted caps Working in the titty bar our women are scarred Unfulfilled hearts all pieced together with painful parts Chalk full of our bullshit obsession with possessions Music that once freed us Binds us to this misery Entertainment they call it Modern day slavery Rape our people again and again. Sell that dream and that dope, Mr. Dopeman Snort it up, Shit its better than coke Keeps you high and enslaved Ignorant until the end of days Propagate this legacy to your children and fam...