These decorative shackles I wear Make me feel superior I know if my ancestors were to see me, they’d look in despair I wear my diamond choker And my gold rope chain slangs I can’t wait for chaining day as I pride fully walk to the jeweler whistling and sing These decorative shackles I wear Ease the generational pains of the slave and tribal warfare I know if our ancestors were to see us now, they’d see kings, queens and heirs I sail the Atlantic ocean in large ships in awe at the view and the majestic blue Ironically my ancestors sailed before me, but in slave sloops Forgetting that this water tells my story, his-story and has my blood too Only the strongest melaninated few surpass this ocean leaving a few behind The only time they were freed from their shackles was when death took over Deposing them over board Never to see beyond that blinding hopeful horizon line These decorative shackles I wear These expensive whips I own- merely make up for what my ancestors never owned If our ancestors could see us now I wonder if they’d be proud Perhaps they would frown and say “You’re the modern day slaves now.” From chains to chains you see how the cycle of black lives go We’re the new era slaves this story is yet untold These decorative shackles we flaunt and wear Help to make the European man billionaires. These decorative shackles and chains make me feel free It’s like I’m buying my form of freedom concealed as luxury.