Group Nameless 4 (feat. Justin King, Blakk Mambo & Preach the Poet)

They will never be able to bear the weight of a box Full of Bloody Chicago styled T-Shirts My brothers, Eric, Lavert, Pain, all rest in the same size T-Shirt Get money until we die, spend money until we die That's the new greened faced deception Bloody puddles could never make our bloodlines any much closer Death always finds a way to dance out of order The new Negro trades TDs for resources Downtown by a cotton bowl gin House slave won't juke or jive in Big house hallways So they threw dance parties down by the cabin Five field slaves were all just standing and waiting in food desert Waiting for rain Field slave says I don't have 2 dollars to get into your dance party But brother could you allow us just a little lemonade and please leave it on the front Porch House slave says hush your mouth foolish boy For any mentioning of maintaining finances that are just owed And my father, I mean my master, I mean my overseer