We all slaves to something, what are you slave to
What are you slave to
I said we all slaves to something, what do you slave to
What are you a slave to
Addicted, submissive
Suppressed thoughts I'm afflicted
Happily carrying on
While half you of you faking
Half of me feel like mind has been tangled
Half of the rope was too tangled
Knots in my stomach and knots in the rope
I'm just hanging
I'm just a puppet
But who's holding the strings that I'm dangling
Settled the scores of our wages
Never winning wars in the world that I'm waging
Buried me alive
With cherry wine that's been aging
Buried my mind
Opened my mind from the matrix
Now that's a tough pill to swallow
Let's face it,
I swallowed a couple pills now I'm wasted
I had to swallow my pride
But I hate how it tasted
Haunting
I don't know how I got here
Or who brought me
How did I learn
Or who taught me
I'm a slave to my thoughts
But who's the master that bought me
We all slaves to something, what are you slave to
What are you slave to
I said we all slaves to something, what do you slave to
What are you a slave to
My niggas wearing chains
To symbolize the change
From when they wrapped us in chains
Now they wrap us in fame
After we rap for some change
They still treat us like slaves
Nickel and dime us for every penny that's made
And I think it's a shame
And Somebody call Harriet I'm a slave to my thoughts
And taming these thoughts
Is kinda like training some sharks
Swimming in murky waters
Asking for mercy
Niggas murking 20 year old fathers
Leaving behind sons and daughters
With no telling how they get brought up
I'm tripping, I'm caught up
Who's gonna be the teacher
'Cause it looks like right now Americans too afraid of a fever
To step up and be a leader
Because there's still people that need us
I am my brothers keeper
I set my pedigree higher than anyone's pedestal
And I still don't get the credit from people less credible
I ain't never been accepted, that's why the bars exceptional
I made it to comas from decimals
And I scream with every decibel
There ain't no more shackles on me
Tell master I got the chains off me
Made you look
Niggas these days a slave to a page on Facebook
Too concerned about how they face look
Self esteems low
Egos bruise and bleed slow
Falling like leaves in the wind
Can't pretend to see forests from the trees tho
But We gotta achieve so
So the next generation won't have to climb such a steep slope
For real though
We all slaves to something, what are you slave to
What are you slave to
I said we all slaves to something, what do you slave to
What are you a slave to