Massa (feat. Chelle)

Lord, Lord, Lord Won't you save my soul O My Lord, Lord, Lord Won't you take me home O My Hey Massa Why the hell you always beatin' us? Pickin' cotton all day mistreatin' us? Hey massa Why we get whipped cause you had a bad day? So now our family can't be wit us Hey massa Why she get to work in the house? Hey massa Is it because you raped her mother? And the daughter lighter so she look like you But to teach her respect you beat her brother Hey massa Why are nights short and our days long? Hey massa Why the dogs run free but we got chains on? Hey massa I've done everything you've asked with no problems I find out you sold my son when I came home Hey massa Why does god hate us but he loves you? Hey massa Why is Jesus hair blonde and his eyes blue? Hey massa I just want my forty acres and mule Lord, Lord, Lord Won't you save my soul O My Lord, Lord, Lord Won't you take me home Hey massa I want to thank you for my freedom Hey massa But I have a few more things Hey massa Why we can't use the same restroom? Hey massa Why you kill Dr. King? Hey massa Why you kill Malcolm X? Why you clutch yo purse and cross the street when you see us? Wait a minute, you scared of me? Hey massa Weren't y'all the one beating us? Hey massa Why spit on us when we eat next to you? Hey massa Why is it I can't wear a hoodie tho? Why cops shoot me and label me as a thug? But you'll never hear them labeled as a bully tho Hey massa Why make fun of what we do? Then turn around and use it and play like you made it cool Hey massa I just want my forty acres and a pool Lord, Lord, Lord Won't you save my soul O My Lord, Lord, Lord Won't you take me home Here I am succeeding when I'm supposed to fail Here I am making money instead of making bail Refuse to have the world think I'm useless That's why I make goals instead of excuses I will be great you know that if you know me Either build or destroy that's what they told me Bad enough I'm riding shotgun wit the homies Whoop whoop that's the sound of the police Where you guys going? To the park sir Going to buy drugs? That we are not sir You being funny boy? Do you have jokes? Not at all sir Just clarifying that we don't smoke What's sad is that we paying for his pension And the only thing we fit in is a description Not to mention They say we'll be either locked up or dead And They say thats our tradition Hey Massa Lord, Lord, Lord Won't you save my soul O My Lord, Lord, Lord Won't you take me home It's 2018 and I'm paid like it's the 1920's I work coming home to what's left of my chunk of change Literally Cent symbols try to cuff my wrists in bondage to a low salary I know I worked harder than this To the chains, I mean change, in my bank account How can something so small weigh so heavily on me? Modern day slavery isn't always metal It's stamped copper and zinc or cocaine soaked cloth with a dead white president My bad, the lack of it M.A.S.S.A Matriarchs Assaulted Stolen Systems Assimilation You have brainwashed us through trauma to conform to your ways of living M.A.S.S.A Money Auctions Stolen Society Alienation Funny, how we tend to make less Feeling like strangers in a country we were shipped to and built Outcasts after our work was done Your'e welcome M.A.S.S.A Missing Africans Seasoning Scraps Abandoned M.A.S.S.A May Actions Scream African Americans M.A.S.S.A Mystic Ancestors Spirits Strength Ase I'm tired of feeling like you rule me Let's remember, being owned is a past thing We come from rulers of nations I pray to those before me for a better day