How To Make A Slave"

They shake us, break us, make us... hate us.

Separate us, negate us, give us...take us.

Reshape us, tie us up to change us, mold us ,controlled us...bought us, sold us.

Or so Lynch told us...

and now we're just files in folders, denying our culture, relying on quotas, and

lying on sofas, and dying much slower, complying with vultures. A
taste of death is what you get, when dining with vultures. Now these
bloods and crips cry on my shoulders. I control my fears, hold my
tears so I can see the source, and of course it's this work force.
They force work on this work horse. From nine to five it's their
house, let one of us in the play 'house', then it's "our house".
Descention in our ranks, we walk our own planks, but master produced
them, seduced them, subterfuge us to reuse us, used the dead to feed
the living, we're not born we're grown into this. Then by those who
love us shown to this: Be slaves to this U.S.

~~~>Step up, step up. Step up to this auction block,
Take a look around, you still on the block.
Slavery never changed, slavery never stopped,
We used to throw stones, now we shoot glocks,
The chains they use to bind us are the chains that we rock...

Listen, to the strained voice of an estranged youth: we can't afford
to hang loose, we're already strange fruit. With no knowledge of self,
and thus, strained roots. Tims or name brand ankle shackles, same
boots. Them cats on the block who yell "Ma!!", they got blame too, but
master destroyed the male image and frame too. It's still no excuse to
slave trade our own, name game our own, gang bang our own, then
"Bang-Bang!!" our own. Front hard like this land is home, when post
forty and a mule we ain't got land to own, except the piece of earth
the we standing on. Truth is, someone in Knot's Landing owns the house
you're planning to build your family on. These silent weapons eat away
at your shelter like Homer Simpson in a candy home. I'm here to make
your situations gladly known, cats is making slaves right out your
family's homes.

~~~>Step up, step up. Step up to this auction block,
Take a look around, you still on the block.
Slavery never changed, slavery never stopped,
We used to throw stones, now we shoot glocks,
The chains they use to bind us are the chains that we rock...