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letra de slave ship - madic

[verse 1: madic]
it was not two hundred years ago
that you could buy a n-gg- off the block and make him work a hoe
now n-gg-s on the block tryna work a ho
chain around they neck with every step, that full circle gold
racism never died – it survived
inst-tutionalized in the grind of our lives
and it ride through your mind ’till you find you’ve arrived
at the very fate our great society ascribed
teachers say you gon’ fail, young black males
only front page when dead or in jail
staying one step ahead of betrayal
watch them cops they trick you, stick you in federal cells
n-body believe in you, criminal they see in you
dead in your cell just for smoking in your vehicle
i seen the noose, scream freedom three times like beatlejuice
and you may see the troops at your door to set the evil loose

[chorus: madic]
come take a trip on the slave ship
it never stopped sailing, it just changed shifts
shackle your legs quick, tatter your brain with
blabbering aimless radio wave sh-t
come take a trip on the slave ship
master remain fixed, waving he rain whips
dangerous blood stains stay on the chains thick
remain slick, kid, thinking is dangerous

[verse 2: madic]
they tell us give up your freedom
for a false sense of believing we free from the evilest heathens
that wanna see demons unleashed on everybody that breathing
but wait, think about it, who really is scheming?
who the real thugs? who the real terrorists
that peel slugs deal drugs and damage us?
living in mansions in maryland while we stare at them
on television from the ghetto living that we cramming in
d-mn embarr-ssing, land of the free
i didn’t land on plymouth rock, it landed on me
clones and drones what we branded to be
we think we tanning at beaches, nah we stranded at sea
it’s a sick and twisted family tree
from the roots, so little distance where the canopy be
so we sleep atrophied, think it cannot be beat
while master he eat up in his manor in peace

[verse 3: jsb]
ugh, these timmy turners in streets be wishing for burners
my wish is that they don’t hurt us but look at us as nat turners
late on the journey wish i had met sojourner, we need some radical changes
i ain’t talking ‘bout jenner and i ain’t excluding jenners
i’m just angry over modern day hangings like a banner
and it don’t matter if i keep my pants or speak in the proper grammar
or show that i’m licensed to carry hammers
tryna buy my child pampers, they won’t recall my degree
just the degree to which i fell
the results of a broken family is the story they’ll tell
they wanna see me in h-ll, well i wish them good luck
cause for four hundred years my people been getting f-cked
nothing funny no bruce bruce in the streets i be chucking my deuce deuce
cause even if i mind my manners in the land of all these cameras
these officers will offer me coffins, orphans and dead parents
as a complimentary, all the way to the sh-r- of (ghoul)

- madic

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