[Verse 1]

My granny used to prick her fingers back when she was picking cotton

Now I'm picking cotton shirts, just for me to rock em

Like they threw scissors but I’m still throwin paper out

I take it to another level, elevator route

Ridin out, windows low keep my music high

Cruise till I crash like Vanilla Sky

Gil Scott-Heron died, revolution won’t be televised

I tell more vision ’cause my television tellin lies

Sugar coated like the bottom of the kool-aid made

By my cousin, fools buy jewels to prove they paid

Doin’ dirt for clean kicks, whip the whips like a master

Watch the plates past like a pastor

Pass the Peas like we used to do

And workin’ in the field where niggas use the tools

And the game is such a shame, its so insane to love the pain

And love fame of gettin lynched but niggas hang

[Hook]

Ain’t nothin changed since the says on the cotton field

Ain’t nothin changed since the says on the cotton field

Put on your chain you’re still a slave, though you got a deal

And gotta deal with the people tryin to plot and kill (would you share it?)

Ain’t nothin changed since the says of the cotton field (if I ask you?)

[Verse 2]

It’s just the black man's curse, that we carry since the black man's birth

3/5 is still a black man's worth

They say the black man's gold is still the white man's dirt

But all the green he makes a product of the black man’s work

Ain’t a damn thing changed, it’s still a slave trade

NFL, NBA, just ain’t the same name

All these record label execs manufacturin' songs

Ask Jimmy Iovine how many slaves he owns

Because music’s the new cotton, niggas is out pickin it

The minute you ain’t got a hit, see how many give a shit

Your worth is just equivalent to their financial benefit

Forgetting ??? and Tuskegee syphilis

Still Emmett Till toss the body in the river

Cops shot Oscar Grant, ‘cus to them you’re just a nigga

Ain’t a game, such a shame, so insane, know the pain

Sang the songs of those of us who son of slaves

[Hook]

[Outro]

You can't walk the walk of free men in a modern time like this, you walk like a slave. And this is why you're a cripple, because you think you cannot walk without your former slave masters. And if your former slave master don't help you, you don't think there's any help for you even though you talk God. You live in fear of your former slave masters and their children. Your problem is, you are not now, nor have you ever been, a citizen of the United States of America. You are a slave to white America