Chains and Whips i dream of this
They say n***a u have never been in no slave ships
"You don't know nothing bout what kidnapping is"
Yep but i grew up as an african kid
I grew up in the ghetto, i could have seen a man killed
Mama closed my eyes like i needed to sleep
She say son don't you dare ever speak of this
I didn't witness but in time my mind....picked up the pieces
It was weird to my homie...how i put up a distance
They wud tell crazy jokes then.....find out i didn't listen
Back then there was no gumball...on our Tv's
We wud go outside to play hide and seek
I wud climb a tree,sometimes u find some bees
If you lucky,really lucky u wud find honey
I remember i was a master...wen we played karate
One time i made a mistake and kick my home in the teeth
It was sad coz that n***a went and told on me
Mama whop me like i wasn't efficient in my curtlary
She say boy i will beat you like you stole something
Which i didn't and i act like i never do
I was high on drug's "i don't touch that too"
The day i will n***a.. I guesd the moon be blue
Coz i wud like to think my self as really cool dude
And i don't prove to n***as if i can fight them too
I just let them raw ride put em on my back side
Figuratively speaking coz um not a homosexual
"Hold up alert i hear a hate crime
Slow you robe faggot u ain't worthy piece of mind
Why do everything got to be love and hate
Is it every Happy thought got a level of hurt
Is it every Living thing got a point of death
Even wen i lock my mind my thought's escape