Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slave, artist - Apathy. Date of issue: 03.01.2006
Song language: English
Slave |
| Stay strong, stay brave, cradle to the grave |
| I be splitting like a run-away slave |
| Since back in the days been trapped in the maze |
| Now I’m splitting like a run-away slave |
| I come from the future where the people ain’t free |
| Brainwaves get programmed quicker than circuitry |
| Certainly this’ll make for the perfect story |
| My microchip a mental blip when they searching for me |
| They’ll probably shoot me in the head but won’t hurt my shortie |
| Cause that’s one less person could be working for free |
| If I go out in a blaze, is it worth the glory? |
| Is this Heaven or Hell or just purgatory? |
| I got a number not a name and my mother is the same |
| No free thoughts, I’m taught to keep nothing in my brain |
| But the people as a whole, no me, only we |
| And it’s deep within my soul so I’ll never be free |
| When I fight it they don’t like it so they send a psychic |
| To dismantle my mind and rewrite it |
| It backfired cause they ain’t as clever as me |
| I fight to the death even though I’ll never be free |
| Cause the police police run my brain |
| Hear em talking in my head and I’m going insane |
| Things are so fucked up, it’ll never be the same |
| So welcome to the future, ain’t you glad you came? |
| I’m ashamed that my ancestors got so afraid of shit |
| They let the government rise and form a dictatorship |
| Working to make the rich richer really make me sick |
| Economically they got the poor on a slave ship |
| You see I come from the past where I’m paid for with cash |
| Slave master whoop my ass if work not done fast |
| Now how the fuck I end up like this? |
| From living life in my hut with my wife and my kids |
| Now I’m stuck chained up from my legs to my wrists |
| On a trip on a ship and the ocean getting motion sick |
| Praying at the same place I eat and piss |
| Fuck the saying, I’m really knee-deep in shit now |
| I’m on a foreign land no longer considered a man |
| My life stands and any plans the white man commands |
| We’re so damned our minds are programmed |
| Ain’t no if, buts, or I can’t, or force their hand |
| Cause of my race I’m deeply hated for living |
| But got a lot of love when they’re taking and raping our women |
| My life crazy, it really feel like Christ hate me |
| I stare at the white lady too long they might hang me |
| Treated so harsh cause my skin’s so dark |
| Everything so hard, I’m protected by no laws |
| Life full of bullshit, if I try to flip |
| I’ll probably get lynched or body ripped by a bullwhip |
| My peoples faced with the same shit for generations |
| So people breed their seeds off deep hatred |