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There was two kind of slaves
There was the house negro and the field negro
The house negro, they lived in the house with master
The house negro, if the master say, "We got a good house here"
The house negro say, "Yeah, we got a good house here"
Whenever the master said "we," he said "we"
That's how you can tell a house negro
If the master got sick
The house negro would say, "What's the matter, boss?"
"We sick, we sick"
That was that house negro
In those days, he was called a house nigga
And that's what we call 'em today
'Cause we still got some house niggas runnin' around here
Yeah, it's black on black crime, but it's blue on black crime
Police killin' the brown man and doin' no time
The judges are Nazi, D.A. in the Klan
The jail's the plantation, they spread it across the land
I'm thinkin', "When will that change?"
If big industry money pays for campaigns
I know the one percent is lovin' it
The gov run the people, but people should run the government
The day of reckonin' is when the sleep wakes up
And the ninety-nine percenters can really cake up
I ain't go to Harvard or Yale, I went to jail
To hold a horse that's pale and the slave ship sails
It ain't on water, but I know who steerin' it
The reptilians hid the truth 'bout the pyramids
My genetics is kinetic
The devil is a liar, his agenda is pathetic
I ain't no house nigga, I be in the field
I be in the field, I be in the field
But I ain't a slave, I'm a king and that's real
I be in the field, I be in the field
I ain't no house nigga, I be in the field
I be in the field, I be in the field
If we ain't got freedom, we ain't got free will
I be in the field, I be in the field
Yeah, there's black on black crime, but there's white on white crime
When you adjust for population, all the numbers stay aligned
So why we never hear "white on white" on the nightly news?
Ain't no profit in over-criminalizin' white dudes
Poverty breeds criminals, but watch what you call me
'Cause if I'm a criminal, what about bankers and Wall Street?
Or the fast food industry that be feedin' us horse meat?
Been a swacer in the fields pickin' sugar and coffee, nigga
I ain't no house nigga, I be in the field
I be in the field, I be in the field
But I ain't a slave, I'm a king and that's real
I be in the field, I be in the field
I ain't no house nigga, I be in the field
I be in the field, I be in the field
If we ain't got freedom, we ain't got free will
I be in the field, I be in the field
I thought Barack could've been the smooth who sat by the door
But he signed the dark act, middle finger to the law
Now I gotta get a foreign plan and eat raw
But I wouldn't be surprised if they killed me on tour
Life is a bitch, America is a whore
Get sick of tryin' to see this little picture I draw
You can have a gun but need bullets to go to war
You already half dead from the food that's in the stores
Ghost rappers ain't better, tell a tale so tall
A whole industry of employees pretendin' that they the boss
Niggas that you thought was official is fallin' off
Shit ain't been the same since the '95 sauce
Every breath that we take is a threat, they pissed off
If we alive, we get put in the system and get lost
Our mothers scared for us, prepared for the loss
By sayin' shit like, "If you die, make sure you got on clean clothes"
I ain't no house nigga, I be in the field
I be in the field, I be in the field
But I ain't a slave, I'm a king and that's real
I be in the field, I be in the field
I ain't no house nigga, I be in the field
I be in the field, I be in the field
If we ain't got freedom, we ain't got free will
I be in the field, I be in the field
I'm a field negro
Just as the slave master in that day
Used Tom, the house negro
To keep the field negroes in check
The same old slave master today
Has negroes who are nothin' but modern Uncle Toms
To keep you and me in check
Keep us passive and peaceful
It's like when you go to the dentist
And the man is gonna take your tooth
You gonna fight him when he start pullin'
So they squirt some stuff in your jaw called Novocaine
To make you think they're not doin' anything to you
So you sit there and 'cause you got all that Novocaine in your jaw
You suffer peacefully



Авторы: Talib Kweli Copyright: Shaolin Bass Music


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