Shackled

{Commission #1}<br>Who`s the man and what`s his plan is it to kill off all his niggas ?<br>It`s the 90`s motherfucka we no longer stays the cotton pickas<br>We be gangsta`s fuckin soldiers riders ride and you feel me<br>If mista master touch this nigga then that bitch gon have to kill me<br>See yall lil niggas or trill niggas your defense is try to jill niggas <br>See I was called a real nigga but also known as phil nigga <br>A house nigga a bitch nigga kissin up to the man<br>Yes sir master no sir master but ain`t part of the master`s plan<br>They used to beat us and mistreat us tying ropes around necks<br>Now them bitches want to be us and hang around our sets<br>They used to rape our fuckin weaks destroy our dreams and steal our hopes<br>So I`ll be that snipa sniping at they heads through rifle scopes<br><br>{Chorus}<br>Its so hard with these shackles on my feet<br>Its so hard i rather die if i`m not sleep<br><br>{Commission #2}<br>That ole slave shit <br>Was gay shit <br>Cause niggas didn`t want to say shit<br>But If I was 40`s bound <br>I would of turned that shit around<br>Look here master pick that cotton<br>And you bets not miss a spottin<br>And if you thank about escaping I`m gon shoot you while you trottin<br>I`m feelin horny fuckin right BOY I`m gon fuck your wife tonight<br>I`m gon do it out of spite cause I`m a nigga and she`s white<br>I waxed that ass yesterday and if it seems <br>you still revealed so when I ring this fuckin bell<br>Hangings taking place at twelve<br>They`ll be phil honkeys and house honkeys kid honkeys doin laundry<br>And those I didn`t included will be entertaining us like monkeys<br>As for riding shotgun fuck that I`ll be in the back countin my riches<br>That way I can keep my fuckin eyes on all you bitchez<br><br>{Chorus}<br>Its so hard with these shackles on our feet<br>Its so hard all the things you done to me<br>Its SO HARD ! why has the Lord forsaken me ?<br>Its so hard i rather die if i`m not sleep<br><br>{Commission #3}<br>Now lets talk about the people <br>with the white sheets and burning crosses<br>Roamin through the night wit they torches<br>Sayin a white girl has been tampered wit by a black man<br>Swingin ropes around the oaks sayin they found they man<br>Its that type of story down south how they jus fuck over a nigga <br>Have us hangin from tree limbs God the shit gets grim<br>Its us against them <br>But the bitchez got the upper hand <br>Cause we robbin from our own land<br>It was to many to take a stand <br>So we ran<br>Through the underground railroad like Harriet duckin off <br>Walkin through water and shit to hide ourselves from the dark<br><br>{Commission #4}<br>Now the hands of time then turned since slave shit and whips<br>But are we still shackled down by the fucked up politics<br>They say its equal oppurtunites <br>But look at the difference in our community <br>We livin in hell they living in luxury<br>Them bitches scared of the black power<br>Put the dope in our hood to divide and devour<br>But Lord we still fightin but they got us on the ropes<br>We came so far but we still got so far to go<br><br>{Chorus}<br>Its so hard with these shackles on our feet<br>Its so hard all the things you done to me<br>Its SO HARD ! why has the Lord forsaken me ?<br>Its so hard i rather die if i`m not sleep