“Freedom in capitalist society always remains about the same as it was in ancient republics: Freedom for slave owners.”
– Vladimir Lenin
Blacked out faces
Going to work
Searching for a savior
Dressed for church
Ain’t no deliverance from this evil
Cuz you can cash out the sin
The wolf eats, the dog sleeps
Not everyone can win
Stuck on this merry go round
And it just won’t stop
Hypnotized as it spins
Ur freedom’s strapped to a clock
How much for your soul?
What’d you name your price?
Did you get your wish upon a star?
Did you get ur mom right?
Out here preaching how you made it out
Uncle Tom ass nigga
Was it worth the clout?
Poke ur chest back in
Employee of the month
Thinking you hit a goldmine
But you sittin in a dump
Nothing but a sheep
Playing in a lion’s den
You get checked, not respect
Different bars, same pen – itentiary
Living for ur resumé
And not ur obituary
Free your mind
Claim your time
You forget that you’re great?
Did you spit out your worth?
And swallow their hate?
The People need you
Are you gonn step up?
Is you a boss
Or a bitch
Ur act bout to blow up
Ain’t got nothing to show
But a tag on your shirt
Dream sweeper, grim reaper
Go back to the Earth
Poor little Tink Tink
Shackled in the slave’s rink
Don’t know who you are 9-5
5-9 got you hoodwinked
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