Mistah F.A.B. - All Slavery lyrics

[Verse 1] Oh, oh our Father [?] in Heaven The 3-6 has summoned the Devil, ok, you blessed me with 3-7s I love God, but I refuse to put my trust in the rapping Or a priest, or a bishop that drunk drive That touch little boys on to boys and on to lies And when that chikd grows and confesses And that preacher got the nerve to act surprise The pain picture the wrong words to a perfect Scripture The gra** grew the expectations for what the Serpent b**hing Personification of all my feelings and said I ain't working with you Truth [?] guess that's what they drunk drive and drinking liquor The small things appear bigger When you put small things in front of reality base mirror When that boy from the slums realize that he could scare a n***ar Just by pulling a trigger So he rap somebody to let his dough grow A car descending in the ghetto is a no, no,no [Hook] The gun, the bullet, the man that pulled it It's all slavery, it's all slavery Religion and politics is bullsh** It's all slavery, it's all slavery No matter how you look at it, man is all slavery No matter what you say about it man, it's all slavery Money, politics, same religion It's all the same to me, it's all slavery! [Verse 2] Guns don't k** people, stupid people with guns do What do you say to a mother that lost her son, too? Gun violence, cold thing, man, her son too Weapons of ma** destruction is ignorance, you damn fool The inner rate get richer Every day a youngster can't get a job, but she can sure get k**ed City council want more cops, but they're just like black ops They patrol black spots and shoot out the black box Every school I went to growing up and closed down Only school opened now is on the other side of town Parents can't afford bus [?] the kids round And the gas is too high, so guess what now! The prison pipe line form just a part of the plan To incarcerate another young black man Cause he don't go to school, he on the block Better chances of going to jail or getting k**ed by a black man! [Hook] The gun, the bullet, the man that pulled it It's all slavery, it's all slavery Religion and politics is bullsh** It's all slavery, it's all slavery No matter how you look at it, man is all slavery No matter what you say about it man, it's all slavery Money, politics, same religion It's all the same to me, it's all slavery! [Verse 3] [?] that stuff you talk slave masters really work Cause nowadays is just working much faster Our great, great grandparents worked on them pastors And it's sad to see us k** each others and making our father's ba*tards If I was from the future, ain't gonna talk to a slave master I say I'm not here to shoot you, and no need to salute you Cause part my people fertilize these plantations I'm just here to tell you that you're still working doing incarceration Slaves turn to inmates, whips, and shackles From being on a plantation on being in jails whipped and shackled All string of a struggle, the story that put blacks through From cotton picking to tobacco, look who we are, dude! Yeah, we pick cotton for a living Now we go to.. and pick up cotton, true religions So much for progression Praying into the sky, but can't even afford to bless ‘em! So then you wonder why I'm stressing You wonder why I am worried and I am mad And we're destined! They say the struggle will continue Well, if this is life, what else is on the menu?