This is a song about "Slaves"

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

Making them slaves for countless days implementing their fate,

We ain't playing no fucking games

Track 11.) old servants (new slaves)

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

We will never die, we are forever alive

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

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