This is a song about "Slave trade"

I fabricated a slave, who assassinated the brave,

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Blow up with power the conclusion is the world trade towers

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

I've been used for trade and laid by soldiers against my will,

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

But you never come when you period is five days

Cut the noose off my neck, black runaway slave

Me, on my knees, praying to stop being a slave and waiting,

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king