Mistah FAB

Mistah FAB - All Slavery lyrics

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Oh, oh our Father... in Heaven

The 3-6 has summoned the Devil, ok, you blessed me with 3-7s

I love God, but I refuse to put my trust in the rapping

Or a priest, or a bishop that drunk drive

That touch little boys on to boys and on to lies

and when that chikd grows and confesses

and that preacher got the nerve to act surprise.

The pain.. the wrong words to a perfect Scripture

The grass grew the expectations for what the Serpent bitching

Personification of all my feelings and said I ain't working with you

Truth.. guess that's what they drunk drive and drinking liquor

The small things appear bigger

When you put small things in front of reality base mirror

When that boy from the slums realize that he could scare a niggar

Just by pulling a trigger

So he rap somebody to let his dough grow

A car descending in the ghetto is a no, no,no

Chorus:

The gun, the bullet, the man that pulled it

It's all slavery, it's all slavery

Religion and politics is bullshit

It's all slavery, it's all slavery

No matter how you look at it, man is all slavery

No matter what you say about it man, it's all slavery

Money, politics, same religion

It's all the same to me, it's all slavery!

Guns don't kill people, stupid people with guns do

What do you say to a mother that lost her son, too?

Gun violence, cold thing, man, her son too

Weapons of mass destruction is ignorance, you damn fool

The inner rate get richer,

every day a youngster can't get a job, but she can sure get killed

City council want more cops, but they're just like black...

They patrol black spots and shoot out the black box

Every school I went to growing up and closed down

Only school opened now is on the other side of town

Parents can't afford bus... the kids round

And the gas is too high, so guess what now!

The prison pipe line form just a part of the plan

To incarcerate another young black man

Cause he don't go to school, he on the block

Better chances of going to jail or getting killed by a black man!

Chorus:

The gun, the bullet, the man that pulled it

It's all slavery, it's all slavery

Religion and politics is bullshit

It's all slavery, it's all slavery

No matter how you look at it, man is all slavery

No matter what you say about it man, it's all slavery

Money, politics, same religion

It's all the same to me, it's all slavery!

..that stuff you talk slave masters really work

Cause nowadays is just working much faster

Our great, great grandparents worked on them pastors

And it's sad to see us kill each others and making our father's bastards

If I was from the future, ain't gonna talk to a slave master

I say I'm not here to shoot you, and no need to salute you

Cause part my people fertilize these plantations

I'm just here to tell you that you're still working doing incarceration

Slaves turn to inmates, whips, and shackles

From being on a plantation on being in jails whipped and shackled

All string of a struggle, the story that put blacks through

From cotton picking to tobacco, look who we are, dude!

Yeah, we pick cotton for a living

Now we go to.. and pick up cotton, true religions

So much for progression

Praying into the sky, but can't even afford to bless 'em!

So then you wonder why I'm stressing

You wonder why I am worried and I am mad

And we're destined!

They say the struggle will continue

Well, if this is life, what else is on the menu?

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