New Chains

They try to tell us that we ain't our ancestors Treat a protest like a transgression Leave the focus on a Rolex While they gentrifyin' up the whole set No change, rearrange all the packaging No brain, Cobain, just vanity No name, 'less they hoopin', or they trafickin' The way they run this institution, just like an academy, yah Tell me who achieves and tell me who dies? Use the power of the greed to fight with black lives Glorify material and that's why For one pair of two-three's, he get shot with four-fives Oh my, God, it's so, wrong For every blooming flower there's a snake in the garden Oh my, Lord, it's so, wrong The race still enslaved, we just changed the, laws They say the hangman left huh Then why we hangin' ourselves 'ah New age, old debts No change, new slaves, new chains on our necks New chains on our necks yah New chains on our necks yah New age, old debts No change, new slaves, new chains on our necks Blind to a witness, tried and acquitted Take a private eye's vision just to find a sentence They don't want us ownin' businesses, but tell us mind our business We still slaves, Google privatized prison This is Bottom life, bottom line, we can't get our credit up Monetize the culture, dollar signs for America Fair enough, see we only matter when we at the bottom They don't want the power of the Black Dollar Tell us to go back home, or back on leashes They don't want black homes or black-owned regions We back up our backbone, get back where we even and Demand where we stand by the man as an equal I ain't Talkin' bout some random violence Talkin' bout some economics Trickle down effects and Smart investments in ourselves and wallets Uncle Sam, he got his hands in the bag So we should, throw our cash Where Uncle Same can't grab I just wanna make it, I been waitin' all my life Got my patience thin and hangin', I don't wanna waste my time When I make it, I'll be gracious, take my family out the 'Hood The more I chase it, the more I'm slavin', the more I'm tangled in this noose I just wanna be, I just wanna be I just wanna be rich I just want the clothes, I just want the money, I just want all these whips I just want all this ice, and I just want all these chains And I just want all these Nikes, and I can't keep my change I'm living paycheck to paycheck, spending payments on Bapes And blowin' my savings and paper on crates and boxes of, "Made in China" I pay for designer, but I can't payoff my Honda Hollerin' out how I'm slavin' every day for the dolla' I want the Gucci, the Louis, Vendi, the Balenciagas Rockin' the Dolce Gabbana, bought me some Loro Piana Pawn off my Grandma's piano, so I can pay for my iPhone I don't know, I have a problem, probably solve it with Prada Product of wantin' to ball, my idols all had it all So when I get me some cash, I'm going back to the mall Cashout my check and withdraw, watching my checkings dissolve The more they press out our pockets, the more it oppresses us all And I just want the hoes and the cars, I just wanna own me a bar I just wanna Crown and a Porsche, yeah I just wanna round of applause And I don't wanna work me a job, no, I don't wanna punch in a clock No, I don't wanna stir up a pot, and I don't wanna flick these wrists And I just wanna be rich, I just wanna be rich The more I climb out the hole, the farther I fall in the ditch And I just wanna be rich, I just wanna be rich Got all these whips and these chains, don't tell me slaves don't exist