The shackles have gotten nicer, prettier, more pleasing to the eye
Slave to the image, a facade- red bottoms, shiny chains
Big watches, pinky rings
If the master gives you what you want
You’ll do anything
To justify your means
*** for money, pay for play
You’ll never win
Yet here you stay
To show how nice it is to be
A slave to the game
Show time, big time, lights up, you’re on
Speeches to the youth
As a guise to recruit
New blood, sweat, & tears to fame
The shackles they are weak, but yet they remain
Pass down the chains
Watch how they fight for the same
Justify your reasons, your family has to eat
Nice clothes, shiny cars, vacations around the world
The disguise of a life worth living
Make sure you glorify your own giving
See the shackles on your feet
They cost you 700 each
See the chains around your neck
Custom-made
for modern day
Slavery
Snap it, hashtag it, “don’t you want to be me?”
The ignorant call it clarity
It’s in your blood or family name
A million eyes seek the same
Pop the bottle, make it rain,
Dance, sing
This is how you let ‘freedom’ ring