Ghetto Commission Shackled Lyrics

Shackled Lyrics

{Commission #1}
Who's the man and what's his plan is it to kill off all his niggas ?
It's the 90's motherf**ka we no longer stays the cotton pickas
We be gangsta's f**kin soldiers riders ride and you feel me
If mista master touch this nigga then that bit*h gon have to kill me
See yall lil niggas or trill niggas your defense is try to jill niggas 
See I was called a real nigga but also known as phil nigga 
A house nigga a bit*h nigga kissin up to the man
Yes sir master no sir master but ain't part of the master's plan
They used to beat us and mistreat us tying ropes around necks
Now them bit*hes want to be us and hang around our sets
They used to rape our f**kin weaks destroy our dreams and steal our hopes
So I'll be that snipa sniping at they heads through rifle scopes

{Chorus}
Its so hard with these shackles on my feet
Its so hard i rather die if i'm not sleep

{Commission #2}
That ole slave sh*t 
Was gay sh*t 
Cause niggas didn't want to say shit
But If I was 40's bound 
I would of turned that sh*t around
Look here master pick that cotton
And you bets not miss a spottin
And if you thank about escaping I'm gon shoot you while you trottin
I'm feelin horny f**kin right BOY I'm gon f**k your wife tonight
I'm gon do it out of spite cause I'm a nigga and she's white
I waxed that as* yesterday and if it seems 
you still revealed so when I ring this f**kin bell
Hangings taking place at twelve
They'll be phil honkeys and house honkeys kid honkeys doin laundry
And those I didn't included will be entertaining us like monkeys
As for riding shotgun f**k that I'll be in the back countin my riches
 
That way I can keep my f**kin eyes on all you bit*hez

{Chorus}
Its so hard with these shackles on our feet
Its so hard all the things you done to me
Its SO HARD ! why has the Lord forsaken me ?
Its so hard i rather die if i'm not sleep

{Commission #3}
Now lets talk about the people 
with the white sheets and burning crosses
Roamin through the night wit they torches
Sayin a white girl has been tampered wit by a black man
Swingin ropes around the oaks sayin they found they man
Its that type of story down south how they jus f**k over a nigga 
Have us hangin from tree limbs God the sh*t gets grim
Its us against them 
But the bit*hez got the upper hand 
Cause we robbin from our own land
It was to many to take a stand 
So we ran
Through the underground railroad like Harriet duckin off 
Walkin through water and sh*t to hide ourselves from the dark

{Commission #4}
Now the hands of time then turned since slave sh*t and whips
But are we still shackled down by the f**ked up politics
They say its equal oppurtunites 
But look at the difference in our community 
We livin in hell they living in luxury
Them bit*hes scared of the black power
Put the dope in our hood to divide and devour
But Lord we still fightin but they got us on the ropes
We came so far but we still got so far to go

{Chorus}
Its so hard with these shackles on our feet
Its so hard all the things you done to me
Its SO HARD ! why has the Lord forsaken me ?
Its so hard i rather die if i'm not sleep