Mistah F.A.B. - All Slavery Lyrics
Oh, oh our Father… in HeavenThe 3-6 has summoned the Devil, ok, you blessed me with 3-7sI love God, but I refuse to put my trust in the rappingOr a priest, or a bishop that drunk driveThat touch little boys on to boys and on to liesand when that chikd grows and confessesand that preacher got the nerve to act surprise.The pain.. the wrong words to a perfect ScriptureThe grass grew the expectations for what the Serpent *****ingPersonification of all my feelings and said I ain’t working with youTruth.. guess that’s what they drunk drive and drinking liquorThe small things appear biggerWhen you put small things in front of reality base mirrorWhen that boy from the slums realize that he could scare a niggarJust by pulling a triggerSo he rap somebody to let his dough growA car descending in the ghetto is a no, no,noChorus:The gun, the bullet, the man that pulled itIt’s all slavery, it’s all slaveryReligion and politics is bullshitIt’s all slavery, it’s all slaveryNo matter how you look at it, man is all slaveryNo matter what you say about it man, it’s all slaveryMoney, politics, same religionIt’s all the same to me, it’s all slavery!Guns don’t kill people, stupid people with guns doWhat do you say to a mother that lost her son, too?Gun violence, cold thing, man, her son tooWeapons of mass destruction is ignorance, you damn foolThe inner rate get richer,every day a youngster can’t get a job, but she can sure get killedCity council want more cops, but they’re just like black…They patrol black spots and shoot out the black boxEvery school I went to growing up and closed downOnly school opened now is on the other side of townParents can’t afford bus… the kids roundAnd the gas is too high, so guess what now!The prison pipe line form just a part of the planTo incarcerate another young black manCause he don’t go to school, he on the blockBetter chances of going to jail or getting killed by a black man!Chorus:The gun, the bullet, the man that pulled itIt’s all slavery, it’s all slaveryReligion and politics is bullshitIt’s all slavery, it’s all slaveryNo matter how you look at it, man is all slaveryNo matter what you say about it man, it’s all slaveryMoney, politics, same religionIt’s all the same to me, it’s all slavery!..that stuff you talk slave masters really workCause nowadays is just working much fasterOur great, great grandparents worked on them pastorsAnd it’s sad to see us kill each others and making our father’s bastardsIf I was from the future, ain’t gonna talk to a slave masterI say I’m not here to shoot you, and no need to salute youCause part my people fertilize these plantationsI’m just here to tell you that you’re still working doing incarcerationSlaves turn to inmates, whips, and shacklesFrom being on a plantation on being in jails whipped and shackledAll string of a struggle, the story that put blacks throughFrom cotton picking to tobacco, look who we are, dude!Yeah, we pick cotton for a livingNow we go to.. and pick up cotton, true religionsSo much for progressionPraying into the sky, but can’t even afford to bless ‘em!So then you wonder why I’m stressingYou wonder why I am worried and I am madAnd we’re destined!They say the struggle will continueWell, if this is life, what else is on the menu?
