This is a song about "Slaves"

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

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

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

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

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

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

And i ain't got what it takes

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate