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My granny used to prick her fingers back when she was pickin’ cotton,
Now I’m pickin’ 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, the revolution won’t be televised.
I tell my vision ‘cos my television’s 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 pass like a pastor.
Pass the peas like we used to do
and workin’ in the field where niggas using tools,
and the game is such a shame, it’s so insane to love the pain
and love the fame of gettin’ lynched but niggas hang.
Ain’t nothin’ changed since the days on the cotton field.

Ain’t nothin’ changed since the days on the cotton field.
Put on your chains still a slave tho’ you got a deal,
and gotta deal with the people tryin’ to plot and kill.
Ain’t nothin’ changed since the says of the cotton field

It’s just the black man’s curse that we carried since the black man’s birth:
three-fifths is still a black mans worth.
They say the black man’s gold is still the white man’s dirt,
but all the green he makes is a product of the black man’s work.
Ain’t a damn thing changed, it’s still a slave trade.
NFL, NBA, it just ain’t the same name.
All these record label execs manufacture a song.
Ask Jimmy Iovine how many slaves he owns?
‘Cos music’s the new cotton, niggas is out pickin’ it,
the minute you ain’t got a hit, see how many give a shit.
You’re worth is just equivalent to their financial benefit,
forgetting that they gave the farmers in Tuskegee syphilis.
Kill Emmett Till toss the body in the river,
cops shot Oscar Grant ‘cos to them you’re just a nigger.
Ain’t a game, such a shame, so insane, know the pain,
sang the songs of those of us who son of slaves.
Ain’t nothin’ changed since the days on the cotton field…

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