Текст песни Massa - K.Carter , 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