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mixed blood majority - one chain lyrics

[chorus]
nose to the grind all day
when it comes to money, man, it’s all fair game
said they got 100 dead n-gg-s, one chain (dangling)
100 dead n-gg-s, one chain (dangling)
nose to the grind all day
holes in the boat and dancing to make it rain
said they got 100 dead n-gg-s, one chain (dangling)
100 dead n-gg-s, one chain (dangling)

[verse 1: crescent moon]
stay still
if we act right maybe they will
give us backlight
plus the food scr-ps they spill
angels came down and told me i should pray til the chains feel
tight enough to hang me by my ankles
pray til the pain feels like jesus when they bleed us
told me pray til my grave’s filled, then they’ll finally free us
oh i’m grateful, thankful master made me half-white
i know i’m lucky that he’s that nice

[chorus]
just because the master hasn’t had to whip us in a while
doesn’t mean he loves us back
just because the master hasn’t had to whip us in a while
doesn’t mean he loves us back
just because the master hasn’t had to whip us in a while doesn’t mean he loves us back
just because the master hasn’t had to whip us in a while
doesn’t mean he’s on our side
don’t believe him when he smiles

[verse 2: joe horton]
chop it up with k!llers to get on the bullet’s good side
either plug an ear or duck in fear
and if you could hide from eyes in the sky
life’s sweeter with your piece of the pie
try fasting they got cleaners that’ll snipe you at night
overseers that’ll read you your rights
whip cold in the holster
still i’m feeling older than i’m supposed to
grind taking two tolls
flesh and soul
heaven knows the pressure so intense it left me two tone
half of me is atrophied the other half is too strong
average it and move on
don’t feel like i’m human
skin peel like it’s glued on
oh sh-t what have you done?
they gon’ start to panic thinking what planet are you from?
if etiquette’s divine then
mine is the crime of a new athiest
who waited too long as a p-wn of satan to say this sh-t
pink slip or guillotine ‘ either way you leaving in a box
gotta feed the beast

[chorus]

- mixed blood majority lyrics

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