[Verse 1 Cole Young] Chain on, hat back New Slave song Rat Pack Trayvon lookalike red hoodie on, pants sag past my ass crack Bad luck black cat Go and ask Zimmer where the mags at The stats say Ive got four years left And I just cant wait to get clapped at Black teenager guess I fit the description Typecasted to every role of the script we were written Trying to tell them that Bill OReilly isnt religion Has the fear been elevated or the ignorance risen? Got me feelin vindictive with vicious intentions But if I snap, then Im given a prisoners sentence Thats the life that we live Malcolm died for this shit fifty fuckin years ago Yall still buyin this shit? Yall should realize equality aint for everybody Especially, Women, Gays, Lesbians, Blacks, Hispanics, Middle Easterners, Asians, Biracials, poor people... Shit, equality aint for anybody Its all determined by your accent Guess its a damn shame that we were born to talk like black kids [Hook x2] Behind a color line and I cant get past it The home of of the slaves and the land of the bastards I got an American rag hangin down my pant leg Its just average flag with an accent [Verse 2 Don Noir] I look up and see All white stars in a black night All my bars in a black light The subjects of my verses wasted Cause every verse I says the subject of interpretation Like work thats graded on a teachers personal basis And earns complacence when its worthy of greatness Its strange shit, how they put an accent on the accent Youd think our tracks are in Latin when were rapping Like were hanging over es but we came from overseas In the motherland they say their beloved fams hanging over seas A strange fruit that came from southern trees And got dropped from the lofts, now were banging in the streets Dont always think what theyve trained you to believe A chain to the free is as dangerous as can be Alike if its been molded from iron or gold An accent on the colors never accurate, my brother [Hook x2]
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