This is a song about "Slaves"

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

High: that's why they call us planes

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

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed

Where every recipient, property of the state

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

All these society slaves, but through my vibrating waves

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

And i agree that it's nothing compared to treatment of slaves,

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

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

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