Slave

[Buddha Monk] Two thousand and three, and I'm still a slave Trapped in a world where you're slaved to get paid What happened to the thought that we shall overcome? When the police is clapping atcha and you don't have a gun You still picking up cotton? The machine helps the day Stand in front of the bus but you still got to pay Cross at the green and not in between Smoke outside and not inside where people seeing it We innocent people, dying for this war We don't have the land, Lord do I deploy for the war? Yet I stay chained to the floor You take the air, safe from it all Alot of you use religion to take dollars from the poor United Negro College Funds and a whole lot more Pay the cost to the other side, do ya taxes At the end of the year for making it right? I see no change with Rosa Parks on it Malcolm X, Dr. Martin Luther King on it I might as well stayed at the back of the bus Why, cuz still at the front, a slave is what they want Yet, I drive through the valley of the shadow of the devils Suburbans with the twins on it, they still got to handle And so I scramble to be a street pharmacist Without the man handcuffed to me, I'm still a slave [Chorus 3X: Buddha Monk] Way down beyonder, I'm going Way down beyonder, I'm going [Buddha Monk] They locked us up when we try to discipline our kids But we gave 'em birth, what the F is this? Triple x's all around me I ain't skin off my head, walking round, saying 'kill the white meat' What's this shit? We all look alike? We all think alike, so we all get it right? Whether you got Guess on, you still a slave Whether you got Gucci on, you still a slave Whether you got Jordans on, you still a slave Whether you wearing contacts, you still a slave You ain't got President's Day You ain't got the day of the unknown hooded soldiers You got my fellow Americans, shoot to kill If one person don't listen, just finish him I ain't got no panic buttons Semi automatics with the infereds on 'em Nor do I have Federal Bureau Investigations For killing once, a damn good nation Let me not speak so close to those Cuz close to those, will get my death ten folds So I slay on my live long days And pray my children don't live this way Yet I'm still a slave, trapped in the world of a slave I'm still a slave [Chorus 2X]