Still slaves
Building new age pyramids
And picking cotten, silks, and denim/
drinking that poison, smoking that venom/
Each day the ignorance works just enough to place another brick on the pyramid of another/
Just to pick new “Cottons” to impress and condemn their brother/
Its a shame that we breathe in the bullshit/
Flee from the pulpit/
And just don’t know how to quit,/
Being enslaved.
Building another’s pyramid until our tombstone is engraved/
But we don’t care because we feel that it pays,/
Because soon i’ll get that new pair of J’s/
Placing a top stone on another’s empire/
Whilst we don’t even notice our slavery because we don’t feel the sun’s hell fire/
We’ve been enslaved by the false status of the name brand/
As well as the lack of the ability to make a stand/
A stand or attempt to build your own “empire” or road to pave/
Its apparent that we’d rather be a modern day slave.