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letra de shackled - ghetto commission

commission #1}
who’s the man and what’s his plan is it to kill off all his n-gg-s?
it’s the 90’s motherf-cka we no longer stays the cotton pickas
we be gangsta’s f-ckin soldiers riders ride and you feel me
if mista master touch this n-gg- then that b-tch gon have to kill me
see yall lil n-gg-s or trill n-gg-s your defense is try to jill n-gg-s
see i was called a real n-gg- but also known as phil n-gg-
a house n-gg- a b-tch n-gg- kissin up to the man
yes sir master no sir master but ain’t part of the master’s plan
they used to beat us and mistreat us tying ropes around necks
now them b-tches want to be us and hang around our sets
they used to rape our f-ckin weaks destroy our dreams and steal our hopes
so i’ll be that snipa sniping at they heads through rifle scopes

{chorus}
it’s so hard with these shackles on my feet
it’s so hard i rather die if i’m not sleep

{commission #2}
that ole slave sh-t
was gay sh-t
cause n-gg-s didn’t want to say sh-t
but if i was 40’s bound
i would of turned that sh-t around
look here master pick that cotton
and you bets not miss a spottin
and if you thank about escaping i’m gon shoot you while you trottin
i’m feelin h-rny f-ckin right boy i’m gon f-ck your wife tonight
i’m gon do it out of spite cause i’m a n-gg- and she’s white
i waxed that -ss yesterday and if it seems
you still revealed so when i ring this f-ckin bell
hangings taking place at twelve
they’ll be phil honkeys and house honkeys kid honkeys doin laundry
and those i didn’t included will be entertaining us like monkeys
as for riding shotgun f-ck that i’ll be in the back countin my riches
that way i can keep my f-ckin eyes on all you b-tchez

{chorus}
it’s so hard with these shackles on our feet
it’s so hard all the things you done to me
it’s so hard! why has the lord forsaken me?
it’s so hard i rather die if i’m not sleep

{commission #3}
now lets talk about the people
with the white sheets and burning crosses
roamin through the night wit they torches
sayin a white girl has been tampered wit by a black man
swingin ropes around the oaks sayin they found they man
it’s that type of story down south how they jus f-ck over a n-gg-
have us hangin from tree limbs god the sh-t gets grim
it’s us against them
but the b-tchez got the upper hand
cause we robbin from our own land
it was to many to take a stand
so we ran
through the underground railroad like harriet duckin off
walkin through water and sh-t to hide ourselves from the dark

{commission #4}
now the hands of time then turned since slave sh-t and whips
but are we still shackled down by the f-cked up politics
they say it’s equal oppurtunites
but look at the difference in our community
we livin in h-ll they living in luxury
them b-tches scared of the black power
put the dope in our hood to divide and devour
but lord we still fightin but they got us on the ropes
we came so far but we still got so far to go

{chorus}
it’s so hard with these shackles on our feet
it’s so hard all the things you done to me
it’s so hard! why has the lord forsaken me?
it’s so hard i rather die if i’m not sleep

- ghetto commission

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