[Intro: Yaw and Add-2]
Yo, yo
I’m up… and… down
They strung me up today, baby (They strung me up)
Thank God [?] (Thank God, thank God)
This ain’t a love song
I… love… you
This is when your love’s gone
They strung me up

[Verse 1: Add-2]
Sun in my eyes
They call it morning, nobody cries
Nobody cares, nobody scared
They checked my grave, it ain’t nobody there
Mama said when they speak you tell ‘em yes sir
If they asking for your seat you tell ‘em yes sir
If they refuse to serve you food don’t lose your cool
No it ain’t justice just the rules
I’m sorry mama I tried but I think they lied to you
You see this skin is a prison that I’m confined to
But I thought I was free
Land of slaves, home of the greed
They snatched me right in front of my wife
And my three sons crying daddy gon’ be alright
Daddy time running out, daddy wish he could stay
Daddy wish he could see you grow but I know that he can’t
They put a rope around my neck and I thought of you
(They put a rope around my neck and I thought of you)
I closed my eyes and felt the wind and I thought of you
(And I thought of you)

[Interlude: Add-2]
Gentlemen!
Gentlemen!
Gather ‘round!
Yes, gentlemen

[Verse 2: Add-2]
I greet you, here on the banks of the James River
In the year of our Lord, 2019
And I see, you need help controlling your slaves
But no worries, for this is the reason in which I’ve came
I have properly, perfected the methods to make them property
If we’re building economies, must assure their psychology
Simply, physically really mean nothingless mentally
Broken down, spiritually rid ‘em with fear
Energy’s neither created nor destroyed
Control them quicker by thinking they have a choice
Make them believe the American Dream is violent
Then take their slang and music and monetize it
Take their skill and their culture then monetize it
I’d be surprised if they even recognize it
Then divide them
By class, age, and skin tone
They’ll spend hours arguing on their cell phones
Turn the man against the woman so he doesn’t trust her
Turn the woman against the man so she doesn’t need him
For if the family is together then they’re much stronger
Put them in cages but tell them that this is really freedom
Keep them in prisons we privately own
Though it’s not commonly known
Secretly wealth being grown
No we couldn’t… breed fear
Make our cut then let them bleed here
Teach them our history knowing that they won’t teach theirs
Give the n***as liquor and don’t forget the drugs
Ain’t no need to promote it, the rappers do it for us
Turn the old against the young and make them point the blame
It’s such a shame ‘cause in the end they really all the same
Kill their leaders, kill their dreams and kill their [barriers?]
If you can’t kill them then assassinate their characters
Gather yo n***as ‘round a screen then you show it
What’s better than a slave is a slave who doesn’t know it

[Outro: Add-2]
And that… is how… you create… and maintain a slave
Good luck, gentlemen