Mixed Blood Majority - One Chain lyrics

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Mixed Blood Majority - One Chain lyrics

[Chorus] Nose to the grind all day When it comes to money, man, it's all fair game Said they got 100 dead n***as, one chain (Dangling) 100 dead n***as, one chain (Dangling) Nose to the grind all day Holes in the boat and dancing to make it rain Said they got 100 dead n***as, one chain (Dangling) 100 dead n***as, one chain (Dangling) [Verse 1: Crescent Moon] Stay still If we act right maybe they will Give us back life Plus the food scraps they spill Angels came down and told me I should pray til the chains feel Tight enough to hang me by my ankles Pray til the pain feels like Jesus when they bleed us Told me pray til my grave's filled, then they'll finally free us Oh I'm grateful, thankful Master made me half-white I know I'm lucky that he's that nice [Chorus] Just because the master hasn't had to whip us in a while Doesn't mean he loves us back Just because the master hasn't had to whip us in a while Doesn't mean he loves us back Just because the master hasn't had to whip us in a while Doesn't mean he loves us back Just because the master hasn't had to whip us in a while Doesn't mean he's on our side Don't believe him when he smiles [Verse 2: Joe Horton] Chop it up with k**ers to get on the bullet's good side Either plug an ear or duck in fear And if you could hide from eyes in the sky Life's sweeter with your piece of the pie Try fasting they got cleaners that'll snipe you at night Overseers that'll read you your rights Whip cold in the holster Still I'm feeling older than I'm supposed to Grind taking two tolls Flesh and soul Heaven knows the pressure so intense it left me two tone Half of me is atrophied the other half is too strong Average it and move on Don't feel like I'm human Skin peel like it's glued on Oh sh** what have you done? They gon' start to panic thinking what planet are you from? If etiquette's divine then Mine is the crime of a new athiest Who waited too long as a pawn of satan to say this sh** Pink slip or guillotine ' Wither way you leaving in a box Gotta feed the beast [Chorus]