Lyrics

[Intro: Yaw and Add-2] Yo, yo I'm up… and… down They strung me up today, baby (They strung me up) Thank God [?] (Thank God, thank God) This ain't a love song I… love… you This is when your love's gone They strung me up [Verse 1: Add-2] Sun in my eyes They call it morning, nobody cries Nobody cares, nobody scared They checked my grave, it ain't nobody there Mama said when they speak you tell 'em yes sir If they asking for your seat you tell 'em yes sir If they refuse to serve you food don't lose your cool No it ain't justice just the rules I'm sorry mama I tried but I think they lied to you You see this skin is a prison that I'm confined to But I thought I was free Land of slaves, home of the greed They snatched me right in front of my wife And my three sons crying daddy gon' be alright Daddy time running out, daddy wish he could stay Daddy wish he could see you grow but I know that he can't They put a rope around my neck and I thought of you (They put a rope around my neck and I thought of you) I closed my eyes and felt the wind and I thought of you (And I thought of you) [Interlude: Add-2] Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Gather 'round! Yes, gentlemen [Verse 2: Add-2] I greet you, here on the banks of the James River In the year of our Lord, 2019 And I see, you need help controlling your slaves But no worries, for this is the reason in which I've came I have properly, perfected the methods to make them property If we're building economies, must assure their psychology Simply, physically really mean nothingless mentally Broken down, spiritually rid 'em with fear Energy's neither created nor destroyed Control them quicker by thinking they have a choice Make them believe the American Dream is violent Then take their slang and music and monetize it Take their skill and their culture then monetize it I'd be surprised if they even recognize it Then divide them By class, age, and skin tone They'll spend hours arguing on their cell phones Turn the man against the woman so he doesn't trust her Turn the woman against the man so she doesn't need him For if the family is together then they're much stronger Put them in cages but tell them that this is really freedom Keep them in prisons we privately own Though it's not commonly known Secretly wealth being grown No we couldn't… breed fear Make our cut then let them bleed here Teach them our history knowing that they won't teach theirs Give the niggas liquor and don't forget the drugs Ain't no need to promote it, the rappers do it for us Turn the old against the young and make them point the blame It's such a shame 'cause in the end they really all the same Kill their leaders, kill their dreams and kill their [barriers?] If you can't kill them then assassinate their characters Gather yo niggas 'round a screen then you show it What's better than a slave is a slave who doesn't know it [Outro: Add-2] And that… is how… you create… and maintain a slave Good luck, gentlemen