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Slave 2 our freedom Feel, choke, hands, rope Slave 2 our freedom Up toke; look! Smoke! [Verse] The young brother was downright eloquent with his misinformed soliloquy He said using "****", affectionately among ourselves, takes the negativity out of the word, but that no other race of people can use it, ever, but us (huh) And you thought that kind of reasoning existed only in the Twilight Zone. Then again, the Twilight Zone was a TV show, and the plight of Black America, is tragic reality Somebody said the revolution would not be tеlevised, they didn't say anything about our, dеvolution, which is well documented You see it everyday in our disrespect for one another; you can hear it in our sad excuse for artistry [Chorus] Slave 2 our freedom If you feel the choke, it's cause our hands on the rope Slave 2 our freedom Just pass up the toke, it's time to look Thru the smoke [Verse] As we continue to squander our brilliant cultural legacy, as musicians, poets, educators and inventors We call our women bitches and whores, in a vivid exhibition of self-repulsion, we refer to ourselves as **** In our quest for acceptance and our relentless worship of bling, we have shed our sense of dignity and self worth It didn't used to be this way. Ironically, back when fought for the opportunities we now abuse, that is when we stood tallest. Out of our torturous struggle for equality morphed a mighty pride and honor [Chorus] Slave 2 our freedom If you feel the choke, it's cause our hands on the rope Slave 2 our freedom Just pass up the toke, it's time to look Thru the smoke [Verse] But now our pride is built on hollow motives and aimless ambitions. Today , to identify our oppressor, the modern black American need look no further than his own mirror All of us aren't lost, many of use know damn well That the emperor is butt-naked, everyday we fight the good fight But, high praise for low thinking has taken it's toll on generations When so many are lost, there is enough blame to go around When Martin Luther King Jr. prophisised the black man one day reaching the so-called Promised Land, he said, "I might not get there with you..." Lord knows he didn't think we'd end up here [Chorus] Slave 2 our freedom If you feel the choke, it's cause our hands on the rope Slave 2 our freedom Just pass up the toke, it's time to look Thru the smoke We ain't going nowhere on the chill Got to move on, move on, move on, move on, move on We ain't going nowhere standing still Got to move on, move on, move on, move on, move on