Shackled & Chained

Probably a little extra. Yes, my opinions are mine. Sometimes I feel special. Don't fold to real pressure

Maybe my tongue is too easy because I don't bite it. The attitude of two cubes, my life I ghostwrite it

I'm just a street preacher, hoping this speech reach ya. America is a whore whose breath leaks ether

Dying from the inside, racism, deep leisure. And just for fun, your history you can't keep neither

Call me property, undress me sloppily, auction me, play Monopoly

Often we feel democracy is just a broken system or a far-fetched odyssey

When all we ever wanted was to be respected properly. Unaccepted mockery its hectic with hypocrisy

This cotton hurts my hands with bare feet. I'm walking awkwardly, shackled and chained

I have a new name. Now close your eyes and let that sink, that's true pain

This the beginning of repetitiously winning. History done us viciously