[Intro]
They gon' take away your name...give you a number...and say "Get to work!" And they hit ya' in the head with a hammer...and that will be...

[Verse 1: KXNG Crooked]
I ain't lettin' this beat breathe for nothin'
Police want in my [?], so fuck it
The penitentiary's a repeat
Of slavery, think deep
The labor is [?]
The slave ship is on land now, and how
Your murder beef go in hot stakes, cash cow
They know poverty equal robbery
You gon' get caught and be somebody's property
Yeah, who got the bag now?
Oh, everybody is woke, when will it all stop?
I was woke before you got you an alarm clock
Work on my block probably came for guitar shops
N***as slangin' crack on the corner performing hard rock
I knew you was a trap before you started trappin'
I knew you was a rat before you started rattin'
I was wearing Starter caps before you started cappin'
Why you think they took the information out the Art of Rappin'?

[Chorus: KXNG Crooked]
From slave chains to handcuffs
Cops shoot us with our hands up
Could've kept it real with the fans but
Rappers rather make a dance up
I ain't mad my n***a, I ain't mad (just walk it out)
I ain't mad my n***a, I ain't mad (just walk it out)
I ain't mad my n***a, I ain't mad (just walk it out)
I ain't mad my n***a, I ain't mad (let's talk about it)
[Verse 2: Compton Menace]
I'm still thinking 'bout the times I couldn't think about it
N***as always [?] me and I'll think about it
See that [?] and I'ma jump up out it
[?] n***as know [?]
I remember, I remember all them days
I remember every time my mama had me in that phase
I remember the [?] my pops [?]
They wasn't [?] in the 8th grade
I used to [?] my mama used to smoke dope
[?] let him tell jokes
[?] also had the [?]
He was bootleg [?]
Thinkin' [?] they used to [?]
Like fuck [?] they first [?]
[?] got my first [?]
[?] when I was first [?]

[Chorus: KXNG Crooked]
From slave chains to handcuffs
Cops shoot us with our hands up
Could've kept it real with the fans but
Rappers rather make a dance up
I ain't mad my n***a, I ain't mad (just walk it out)
I ain't mad my n***a, I ain't mad (just walk it out)
I ain't mad my n***a, I ain't mad (just walk it out)
I ain't mad my n***a, I ain't mad (let's talk about it)
[Verse 3: Rass Kass]
England, France and Spain kidnapped Africans
Left us in the Caribbean, [?] right back again
Dropped us off into [?], sold us down south
Shackles on our wrists, slapped us in the mouth
Civil War and Jim Crow, then 13
Private prisons were profit, you ain't free
Police detain us, the courts [?] us
Then they walk us to jail in handcuffs
Mangle, strangle [?] dangle
Hands tied, the memories are painful
Instead of slaves now, they call us inmates
Free labor made them license plates war of the state
'Cause you ain't never had rights
If you wasn't born with land, male and white
That's facts, since they founded declaration
Same slave ship, now we prime gold bracelets

[Chorus: KXNG Crooked]
From slave chains to handcuffs
Cops shoot us with our hands up
Could've kept it real with the fans but
Rappers rather make a dance up
I ain't mad my n***a, I ain't mad (just walk it out)
I ain't mad my n***a, I ain't mad (just walk it out)
I ain't mad my n***a, I ain't mad (just walk it out)
I ain't mad my n***a, I ain't mad (let's talk about it)
[Verse 4: Bishop Lamont]
Since the reconstruction
Structure's been the only function
Of the racist white establishment
Freedom ain't havin' that
Slave patrol, police patrol, same KKK corruption
It's designed [?] habitat
Progress been made, now they tryin' to take it back
White supremacy deliberately place in Supreme Court
Judges they in there for life, killing n***as is their favorite sport
Rebirth of a new nation's a way to abort
Slaves to free to employee
Minimum wage [?] new form of slavery
If you understand economics
Then you can see through the nonsense
Homelessness is a byproduct of their greed
It's got sidewalks filled up with veterans
American's families stuffed inside [?]
Everything has a cost, ain't nothin' been free
Welcome to the age [?]

[Chorus: KXNG Crooked]
From slave chains to handcuffs
Cops shoot us with our hands up
Could've kept it real with the fans but
Rappers rather make a dance up
I ain't mad my n***a, I ain't mad (just walk it out)
I ain't mad my n***a, I ain't mad (just walk it out)
I ain't mad my n***a, I ain't mad (just walk it out)
I ain't mad my n***a, I ain't mad (let's talk about it)