I wonder what executives said..?
Connecting fetters at the hands and the legs
Thus oppression
And the phrenic form of concatenation
What's succession...?
Spread...
Like those stripes on the backs
Pain and sweat that's red
Biting off the chains of the match
Still I'm... mourning you
Ay!
Over there in the upper chair
Yea, we're coming back
Struggling in
Bondage..?
No more, no more, no... none of that
Readjust the glass
You're gandering us as bad
Na uh...
Your ideology is wrong
You claim our souls are empty
Solely cold drug dealing and hopeless
Prison being our homes?
Say, what restitution?
See the constitution... as stipulated
But if excluded
It will look like this, like it does
It was all along
Way to make the black thoughts claw
Through bad calls
Fade today
Unaware of that cost
Picture the sacrifices, ay
Children paid the
Prices...
Man, surviving is a strain and lade
Make it pass the age of eight
Without trifling input from society
Great...
But we have to work to this
And I ain't playing
Tell the overseer that I'm here to haunt and to reappear
Thought you felt a touch
But just smut and dust when you leaned and peered
Wading through the pond of corruption
Injustice... see it clear
And we're never giving up nothing
We're seizing the arrears

Ever just wondered about the pioneers?
What if we could talk to them?
From the first of those ships...
See...now everything has changed
We're no longer prisoners of oppression
We're seizing the arrears

Dexsta Ray

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