They want us to obey

They dont wanna hear us complain

We are the black slaves, and we want to escape

They call us runaways

Some of us runaways want to dip

instead, we get hit by the big ass whip

We are rebels, fighting for our rights, they won't listen and won't supply.

They seperate races and they dont respect our faces

Some of us got very dizzy, but the slave owner made us busy

They compare us to monkeeys, instead we are hungryyy.

I like my chicken deep fried, with the watermelon on the side

When they find joy in destroy, we say “oh boy”

We belong to them, they are strong, now we sing this song, to tell this was wrong.

When we arrived, we got suprised, ive never seen any cotton as rotten .

They demand that we work but i wanna jerk, in the dirt.

They are furious and make us curious, we need to grind so that we remind that we need to grind or
else we get blind.

The kid got spanked he didnt even finish his wank

When we escaped, we ended up on the street, trying to supply, we are on the corner, calling the
importer, getting them drugs in tha box.

We started on the bottom, everyone made fun of us, we started selling em powder now im way
more prouder.

We hate jim crows because it gives bad flow

We went from the south to the north, to escape through our underground rail road

Their all screamin our name, but we say stfu with no shame.

I am big and black, i have money in stacks they come in bags, i aint pay no tax.

She calls me a snack, she likes my pac, it comes in 6 packs.

I have so much money, i put em in a duffy, i get attacked because i have so much stacked.
I scream come on now daaawg, my girl is on her paaaw.

I should have been arrested, cause she was found molested.

I said it wasn’t me, because i wanted to be free.

I was charged with a second-degree murder, i said fuck it n ate a burga.

We got paid a lot, selling them drugs, but now we got busted, and hanged up.