This is a song about "Barbados slaves revolting"

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

With some bartles and james

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Break away we’re still slaves to the game scorching in flames,

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

Many faces, trading places, diggin' graves, slaves patient,

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Trying to give them light and a message

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans