I cannot tell you how many more times I feel like we’re all stuck in this continuous loop.

We’re all just trying to ball but some of us are consistently missing the muthafuckin hoop.

Sippin on this 805. Stabilizing my mind.

Puffin out a cloud of smoke into this fine night.

See what I find so funny to me that we all living on the land of the free.

Ironically, we all can’t do what we please cuz we all get regulated by the police.

Y’all saw what happened that one time when that guy said that he couldn’t breathe.

We all scavengers digging up for a pot of gold.

But some find the goal when go and sell their fuckin soul.

We trying everyday to make the ends meet.

Since when do we pay a fortune for a slab of meat?

Presidents swore to make a living affordable.

We casting a vote but yet we so fuckin gullible.

I can’t be the only one seeing this issue.

But life goes ahead and says here goes a tissue.

We can’t bitch and whine. A step at a time.

We gotta keep walking in a single file line.

Sweat on my back and dragging these fuckin chains.

Lord knows that my ambition will never be restrained.

I be working hard out in the heat.

Working till it’s dark.

And I be pushing hard with chains on my feet.

My word is bond one day I’ll be free.

Working a full time job and I get robbed.

They call it taxation but I don’t see it at all.

I’m trying to provide. I’m trying to feed.

I have a whole family that’s relying on me.

But my lady put on the same chains.

She working part time. Working for some chump change.

Welcome to America. We all gotta work.

Absent from our kids now tell me what’s the worth?

The government’s dipping its hands where it can.

They say you gotta pay up while you’re living on this land.

It even costs to die. Ain’t that a bitch?

Thinking that we all somehow die rich.

Throw my body in the fire so I can turn into ash.

After everything I’ve done it ain’t much to ask.

I need to find the key to take these off.

I can’t keep walking like this. My knees soft.

Shout out to all the people working in the farmlands.

Scrapping for a single dollar using their bare hands.

It’s hard to find a house. It’s hard to buy a car.

It’s hard to buy food. It’s hard to shop at the mall.

We’re all enslaved and that’s how they want it.

They keep us on rotation and they flaunt it.

One day our sacrifices and goals will meet.

Unfortunately we’re gonna die with chains on our feet.

I be working hard out in the heat.

Working till it’s dark.

And I be pushing hard with chains on my feet.

My word is bond one day I’ll be free.