All Slavery Lyrics - Mistah Fab

Oh, oh our Father... in Heaven 

The 3-6 has summoned the Devil, ok, you blessed me with 3-7s 

I love God, but I refuse to put my trust in the rapping 

Or a priest, or a bishop that drunk drive 

That touch little boys on to boys and on to lies 

and when that chikd grows and confesses 

and that preacher got the nerve to act surprise. 

The pain. the wrong words to a perfect Scripture 

The grass grew the expectations for what the Serpent bitching 

Personification of all my feelings and said I ain't working with you 

Truth. guess that's what they drunk drive and drinking liquor 

The small things appear bigger 

When you put small things in front of reality base mirror 

When that boy from the slums realize that he could scare a niggar 

Just by pulling a trigger 

So he rap somebody to let his dough grow 

A car descending in the ghetto is a no, no, no 

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The gun, the bullet, the man that pulled it 

It's all slavery, it's all slavery 

Religion and politics is bullshit 

It's all slavery, it's all slavery 

No matter how you look at it, man is all slavery 

No matter what you say about it man, it's all slavery 

Money, politics, same religion 

It's all the same to me, it's all slavery! 

Guns don't kill people, stupid people with guns do 

What do you say to a mother that lost her son, too? 

Gun violence, cold thing, man, her son too 

Weapons of mass destruction is ignorance, you damn fool 

The inner rate get richer, 

every day a youngster can't get a job, but she can sure get killed 

City council want more cops, but they're just like black... 

They patrol black spots and shoot out the black box 

Every school I went to growing up and closed down 

Only school opened now is on the other side of town 

Parents can't afford bus... the kids round 

And the gas is too high, so guess what now! 

The prison pipe line form just a part of the plan 

To incarcerate another young black man 

Cause he don't go to school, he on the block 

Better chances of going to jail or getting killed by a black man! 

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The gun, the bullet, the man that pulled it 

It's all slavery, it's all slavery 

Religion and politics is bullshit 

It's all slavery, it's all slavery 

No matter how you look at it, man is all slavery 

No matter what you say about it man, it's all slavery 

Money, politics, same religion 

It's all the same to me, it's all slavery! 

.that stuff you talk slave masters really work 

Cause nowadays is just working much faster 

Our great, great grandparents worked on them pastors 

And it's sad to see us kill each others and making our father's bastards 

If I was from the future, ain't gonna talk to a slave master 

I say I'm not here to shoot you, and no need to salute you 

Cause part my people fertilize these plantations 

I'm just here to tell you that you're still working doing incarceration 

Slaves turn to inmates, whips, and shackles 

From being on a plantation on being in jails whipped and shackled 

All string of a struggle, the story that put blacks through 

From cotton picking to tobacco, look who we are, dude! 

Yeah, we pick cotton for a living 

Now we go to. and pick up cotton, true religions 

So much for progression 

Praying into the sky, but can't even afford to bless 'em! 

So then you wonder why I'm stressing 

You wonder why I am worried and I am mad 

And we're destined! 

They say the struggle will continue 

Well, if this is life, what else is on the menu?