Thirteen

If we were to go by stats; Prison is a goldmine camp With no buy backs Nigga is a wizard in the system holding all my blacks It started in 1640, shackles around my ankles Melanin meant that I can't go to schools, Or read, 'cause who's gonna serve my master Also, the pastor described all my people as The sheep who exist to upkeep the land We feed the economy, creep all the crops but then feed on it modestly Consciously knowing you're lesser than And lighter skin means that you're better now So you in the house taking whips, And probably dick, 'cause well, you a fetish now Meanwhile, I'm grateful for all that I'm Given, I'm picking this cotton in rhythm I pray for a lot of the living, escaping is probably a sin And if God ever finds out that I want my freedom, well damn Then Gods gonna call in the wrath Two horses with opposite maps Those nooses they up in the trees and I'm Hanging but I'll never fall like my pants Then came the 13th amendment Written in 1865 It said slavery is over, except it's pay for doing crime And then the things that they made illegal Are things you associate with people Who now, education isn't equal And ain't getting paid enough to eat so We stealing and juggin and shit We need to be fully equipped The system, the new slave master, Brought in to stop us and bully and shit Cause before we was stealing and jugging The laws we was breaking was 'loitering' We go to the bin then we can't pay the Fine, now the jail is who your employer is This voyage is super intentional You used to be students in medical The moors and indigenous blacks were the smartest and Honestly truest professionals, literally teaching you about chemicals My history isn't viewed on a pedestal Try to tell me only few of my ancestors had anything to offer If we wasn't strong, you would never bother If we wasn't awesome, You'd never put all of your resources in just to get to conquer If we ain't a problem, Then why would you want all the Youngins who black not to have a father Cause slavery showed black youth, For mad years, that whiteness is right Your ma getting fucked, Your dad getting whipped - but white is the light And sometimes master blesses you for being a good slave And kills you off if you a bad one So black mothers tell their daughters fuck the Master and they tell their sons they can't run Mama raise the girls independent, and she raise her boys out of fear These days black women representing the Struggle that these black boys trying to clear Man, we have so much work to do