Chain gang
You wanted to be about that chain gang life
When they claimed you
chained you changed yo name
You just set yourself back centuries
Ancestors turning over in their graves
Like Lord why did I die for them
They wearing the same chains I died in
Now you I ain't about this life like they were
But damn they ain't have a choice
They were born in chains and died wearing them
Like damn I gotta choice on how to live my life
If I wanna hang with the sisters and brothers on the block
Or be one of the sisters and brothers in the cell block
Are sisters and brothers on the block really down for me like they say they are
Now it got me like shit
If shit go down again my girl can't take the rap for me again
My little girl gone grow up with her daddy and momma on her side
Because we not about to become another statistic
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