Vanity Slaves

[Verse] Sometimes I wanna leave, sometimes I wanna cry Sometimes I hate to bear the truth, sometimes I wanna lie Sometimes I wanna school the youth, sometimes I wanna ride Sometimes I wanna not think, sometimes I wanna vibe Sometimes I wanna bump Tribe and zone out This song's 'bout a young boy that's gone wild inside When my world collide With your world where your girl and your kids reside We killed the facades, we feel free to fly We're birds that reserve in the charismatic sky I care about my pride too much If my clothes is new, if my ride is plush If my hair is cut, if my diamonds is crushed I look in the mirror, I'm trendy enough? Wrong Insecurity roams the black community Homes where kids must have jewelry The high school female need earrings and details So she can be cool to be amongst popularity The various name brands that reached the price scan It's not about the right price but more like the right scam To rule us all, confuse us all Hit the bank within five minutes and then withdraw Now let's draw The picture of a rapper with a chain and Range that is not paid for My cousin from the South said he just bought him a house That lives around his neck like a white collar So why fast forward? Then I'll rewind, a time machine can help me double back to slavery times Pickin' cotton from a field that a white man own The blacker you are farther you from the white man's home Negro spiritual songs, gave us some type of sanity Before your vanity, they parted our families They put us in hundred degree shade and outside we bathed The more we were afraid, the more they made rules And trapped our minds in a cage, our freedom was so vague Couldn't see it with the eyes of Tracee Ross, uh And school was exempt, see we couldn't have smarts And a smirk could get you hurt, wounded first from a scar Four-hundred years of nothin', four-hundred years of sufferin' Four-hundred years of tears and tribulations, miseducation See what we facin' is now comin' back to the roots Remember whips on our back and if we would run they would shoot Called us niggers and figured that we'd never live in pursuit Of happiness, we capture these feelings in things that we do Thought of abstinence of slavery but we made it come to About a perspective, my shoe selection gotta be Louie Her hand bag gotta be Gucci, it's fake then she fool me She still bad though and her fake Gucci ain't that bad though We fillin' up the gas for Rollies Upgrade to twenty-sixes after ridin' Kobes My cousin from the South, slavery start in the South and I bet ya He overcompensate for the life of his ancestors So blame it on the four-hundred years we never saw The reason why the next four-hundred we gotta floss Slaves [Outro] I said the four-hundred years we never had nothin' Barely had clothes on our back Is the reason why when we get a little bit of change We over exaggerate on our livin' expenses So if you get your first big check and you cop a chain before you buy a house You're a vanity slave If you're a female and you got four, five, six rings on your finger Four holes in your left ear and a nose piercin' You're a vanity slave If you got an '02 Monte Carlo with twenty-fours on it And on the back of the window it says, "Get on my level, ho" You're a vanity slave We all vanity slaves So with that being said, can somebody please tell me where the mall at? I'm not from around here, hey, Ali, where we at? Idaho? Yeah, nigga, you know the first of the month, checks comin' in I'm tryna get some What up?