Still Trying to Escape Slavery

Running with these old dirty shackles, feet bleeding covered with calluses, 2 million packaged -n-  placed in a California king size mattress, blowing purple haze caught up in this rapture, Chapo escaped 3 times after being captured, some break it, f*ck the law, I’m going to fracture it, Tylenol getting rich off slanging capsules, while the Illuminati glows -n- grows -n- controls souls, while we’re bobbing our heads to this music, Satan has carefully composed, he knows your goals, for he enters through your anus, and exits out your nose, his mother got on 1 knee and proposed, while I saw a demon feigning, making love to an angel, while burning a black rose, taking baths in 24 carat liquid gold, trapped in this chaotic abode, calluses cover my toes, running in shackles, feet bleeding running out of road, headed back to Africa, where we were captured and sold, this sh*t really amazes me, for centuries we’re still running in shackles, trying to escape slavery.

Do you know your

Name, that’s not

Your name, for

That’s the same

Name they gave

Me, look at all

My niggas running

Trying to escape slavery