Master Teachers

Aye
Aye
Yeah
(One time for the set)
Aye
Aye
I hate the ones that ain't raise you
As much as the system that slaved you
Pray for the person that pays you
He out here getting slaved too
Stress pays, stress takes
Most payed means best slave
So I changed how I view my wealth
Smoke this just for my health
Only take what I can grow, myself
Heard we was made in God's image
Must've made us just to know himself
Ask me why I'm stressed out
Say I'm stressed out 'cause I know too much
Though I know I don't know everything
But I know I'll never know enough
All my niggas always know what's up
Know that being black and bold is tough
Love it when you tell white lies
Hate it when you tell black truth
How the fuck you heard "white death"
We was just screaming "black lives matter"
Matters less if your pockets fatter
Or done moved up the social latter
Screaming poems through the social chatter
Born chattel I was raised cattle
Aye
Yeah
Die a martyr 'fore I die beef
Born caged I'ma die free
Young Brahma I'ma die me
Die Be
Aye



Credits
Writer(s): Brenton Adams-brooks
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