Get those chains off of me


You want me to get up on stage

You want me to make a fool of myself

Well why not any fool can speak utter nonsense

I do not want a millionaire dollar contract

That is just another whip you can use

Why would be on TV 

To degard myself and black people 

Contiuned to paint brush with bad colors

What you see when a rapper raps about money 

I will not put smile on your face with a 360 dunk

I will dance like a monkey

So you can laugh after a hard day of profitting off of me

African Americans are not barbaric mindless fiends who lay in bed with anyone they see

I will not poluuted the mind of the youth 


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