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?