THE LAW OF THE LAND

[LAW OF THE LAND]
THE MUSIC FOR THIS LESSON IN NIGGAOLOGY 101...YO ASS BETTA LISTEN
http://youtu.be/1Dc-v0BeLhE

Where I'm from slavery is still the law of the land, all thats happened is a name change...a whole lotta body work, some fresh paint.
All tricked out and clean and sittin on chrome like a donk at a southern car show, as meanwhile women in little bitty clothes stand around showing it off.
Yet I see through the glitz and glamor, the futile attempts to cover up, the bullshit as it is spread.
See I got more power than an electric chair in a little bitty concrete room as the guard prepares to throw the switch, lyrics that will lace you up with more rounds than a bitch ass snitch
I am the seed of free men and former slaves, sharecroppers and service men, bones and dust are the testaments to their lives.
Marble and stone ranks in a cemetary where tears fall to hot hard ground as a boy became a man, trying to put it all in place.
Milk from breasts and bottles that nourishes a babies soft body as a man tries to figure out how to make it work out as life beats down.
A nigga has been told that he aint shit by the system, told that he aint shit by the queens that he is supposed to protect, so hard to rise when you just a nigga that aint shit.
Soundbites in an urban nightmare where the enemy is you, everytime you turn on the evening news, they spittin the new nigga blues.
In this the land of free, home of the brave, where the words African American still seperate and stigmatize a whole race.
Cause where I'm from slavery is still the law of the land, all thats happened is a name change.