Still slaves
Building new age pyramids
And picking cotton, 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.