Land of the free
Home of the slaves
Where all you see is my completion fill the graves
He not a judge so why he got his hammer raised
I can tell he wanna shoot i see it in his face
Too much power in that badge and that thing on his waist
And plus i gotta watch out for my own race
I don't smoke wit everybody cause it might be laced
Smoke wit any chiraq nigga got a funny taste
It ain't no leadership or structure man i miss them days
It wasn't that serious we disagree we catch a fade
Now a days you die they love you get a motorcade
Trying to get a grip on life like trying grab a blade
I hustle in these hot ass streets so i can buy sum shade
Thank the lord the spots was empty when we had them raids
Play yo cards right life is cutthroat like a game of spades
I just wanna go back to when we had better days
We was never free
Always under they surveillance
They didn't wanna do no work so we was they replacements
Kept us in small spaces and locked up in they basements
Let us off them plantations they know we filled with hatred
I look at yeezy clothes and then i start to think the matrix
We getting closer to that shit i just didn't wanna say shit
If you ain't got no money you can't get up on that spaceship
If you ain't talking money power guns that shit is basic
These kids have dreams die young and never get a chance to chase it
Cause he just ran up on that crowd and he just let that k spit
And niggas wanna get revenge so they don't make no statements
Why you think our er's filled up wit so many patients
These niggas catching bodies down the street from police stations
Any body get it they don't care bout yo relation
You can get killed at a bus stop for an a initiation
I'm feeling what them slaves felt when they was on that slave ship
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Land of the free
Home of the slaves
Where all you see is my completion fill the graves
He not a judge so why he got his hammer raised
I can tell he wanna shoot i see it in his face
Too much power in that badge and that thing on his waist
And plus i gotta watch out for my own race
I don't smoke wit everybody cause it might be laced
Smoke wit any chiraq nigga got a funny taste
It ain't no leadership or structure man i miss them days
It wasn't that serious we disagree we catch a fade
Now a days you die they love you get a motorcade
Trying to get a grip on life like trying grab a blade
I hustle in these hot ass streets so i can buy sum shade
Thank the lord the spots was empty when we had them raids
Play yo cards right life is cutthroat like a game of spades
I just wanna go back to when we had better days
We was never free
Always under they surveillance
They didn't wanna do no work so we was they replacements
Kept us in small spaces and locked up in they basements
Let us off them plantations they know we filled with hatred
I look at yeezy clothes and then i start to think the matrix
We getting closer to that shit i just didn't wanna say shit
If you ain't got no money you can't get up on that spaceship
If you ain't talking money power guns that shit is basic
These kids have dreams die young and never get a chance to chase it
Cause he just ran up on that crowd and he just let that k spit
And niggas wanna get revenge so they don't make no statements
Why you think our er's filled up wit so many patients
These niggas catching bodies down the street from police stations
Any body get it they don't care bout yo relation
You can get killed at a bus stop for an a initiation
I'm feeling what them slaves felt when they was on that slave ship
Home of the slaves
Where all you see is my completion fill the graves
He not a judge so why he got his hammer raised
I can tell he wanna shoot i see it in his face
Too much power in that badge and that thing on his waist
And plus i gotta watch out for my own race
I don't smoke wit everybody cause it might be laced
Smoke wit any chiraq nigga got a funny taste
It ain't no leadership or structure man i miss them days
It wasn't that serious we disagree we catch a fade
Now a days you die they love you get a motorcade
Trying to get a grip on life like trying grab a blade
I hustle in these hot ass streets so i can buy sum shade
Thank the lord the spots was empty when we had them raids
Play yo cards right life is cutthroat like a game of spades
I just wanna go back to when we had better days
We was never free
Always under they surveillance
They didn't wanna do no work so we was they replacements
Kept us in small spaces and locked up in they basements
Let us off them plantations they know we filled with hatred
I look at yeezy clothes and then i start to think the matrix
We getting closer to that shit i just didn't wanna say shit
If you ain't got no money you can't get up on that spaceship
If you ain't talking money power guns that shit is basic
These kids have dreams die young and never get a chance to chase it
Cause he just ran up on that crowd and he just let that k spit
And niggas wanna get revenge so they don't make no statements
Why you think our er's filled up wit so many patients
These niggas catching bodies down the street from police stations
Any body get it they don't care bout yo relation
You can get killed at a bus stop for an a initiation
I'm feeling what them slaves felt when they was on that slave ship
Writer: Aaron Ware
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