Chain so big I c’aint pop my collar,
wouldn’t dare to sell yourself short,
but you’d sell you soul for a dollar.
Its all good tho, cause when they see you,
you gone have a chain so big you c’aint pop yo collar.
However, You see diamonds and I see blood.
You see chains, and I see rope,
so if you can’t hang with the message within the words,
you might want to cut loose, while your ahead.
You see grills, and I see a jaw wired shut,
another American idle, idle of a voice…
See the weight of that chain is not only allowing you to display your foolishness,
but it is weighing you down from what you’ve been destined to be..
They’ve stripped us of all crowns, culture, and language.
Our ancestors have lived with the chains around their neck, wrists, and ankles
for hundreds of years, and sat in a lifetime full of tears,
just for them rust and break free.
Striving to regain our Royalty, but you refuse to be Loyal.
While you see Whips and Chains,
I’m only seeing Whips and Chains,
While I record our Mother’s cries of help, replaying them in my mind,
memorizing every note, reminding myself that this is the fuel to the ambition in my Soul.
You rerecord these songs, and reiterate to the world that your ignorant.
They gather you in groups, and now you’ve become the groupie.
They have that chain around your neck so tight, your unable to pop your collar,
As your trying to signify your dominance, your spiritually dying.
Yet you have fallen like a Domino, according to the set-up.
Chain so big you cant pop your collar.
Now the shades have come off, you’ve turned to me
Looking me in the eye, as they glorify the illumination of the hatred for your brethren.
Upset at me, because I’m free from the chains.
You’ll never be free from behind those bars, until you stop investing in cribs.
You’ll never be rid the scars, if you keep investing in whips.
You keep bragging bout your chain being so big, you c’aint pop your collar,
but you’ll always be at their finger tips…