[Intro: Yaw and Add-2]

Yo, yo

I’m up… and… down

They strung me up today, baby (They strung me up)

Thank God [?] (Thank God, thank God)

This ain’t a love song

I… love… you

This is when your love’s gone

They strung me up

[Verse 1: Add-2]

Sun in my eyes

They call it morning, nobody cries

Nobody cares, nobody scared

They checked my grave, it ain’t nobody there

Mama said when they speak you tell ‘em yes sir

If they asking for your seat you tell ‘em yes sir

If they refuse to serve you food don’t lose your cool

No it ain’t justice just the rules

I’m sorry mama I tried but I think they lied to you

You see this skin is a prison that I’m confined to

But I thought I was free

Land of slaves, home of the greed

They snatched me right in front of my wife

And my three sons crying daddy gon’ be alright

Daddy time running out, daddy wish he could stay

Daddy wish he could see you grow but I know that he can’t

They put a rope around my neck and I thought of you

(They put a rope around my neck and I thought of you)

I closed my eyes and felt the wind and I thought of you

(And I thought of you)

[Interlude: Add-2]

Gentlemen!

Gentlemen!

Gather ‘round!

Yes, gentlemen

[Verse 2: Add-2]

I greet you, here on the banks of the James River

In the year of our Lord, 2019

And I see, you need help controlling your slaves

But no worries, for this is the reason in which I’ve came

I have properly, perfected the methods to make them property

If we’re building economies, must assure their psychology

Simply, physically really mean nothingless mentally

Broken down, spiritually rid ‘em with fear

Energy’s neither created nor destroyed

Control them quicker by thinking they have a choice

Make them believe the American Dream is violent

Then take their slang and music and monetize it

Take their skill and their culture then monetize it

I’d be surprised if they even recognize it

Then divide them

By class, age, and skin tone

They’ll spend hours arguing on their cell phones

Turn the man against the woman so he doesn’t trust her

Turn the woman against the man so she doesn’t need him

For if the family is together then they’re much stronger

Put them in cages but tell them that this is really freedom

Keep them in prisons we privately own

Though it’s not commonly known

Secretly wealth being grown

No we couldn’t… breed fear

Make our cut then let them bleed here

Teach them our history knowing that they won’t teach theirs

Give the niggas liquor and don’t forget the drugs

Ain’t no need to promote it, the rappers do it for us

Turn the old against the young and make them point the blame

It’s such a shame ‘cause in the end they really all the same

Kill their leaders, kill their dreams and kill their [barriers?]

If you can’t kill them then assassinate their characters

Gather yo niggas ‘round a screen then you show it

What’s better than a slave is a slave who doesn’t know it

[Outro: Add-2]

And that… is how… you create… and maintain a slave

Good luck, gentlemen