Letras:
Green Slaves

take my life so far and now so near, control under construction (you?ll don?t like it? do you fight it?) slowly, softly, killed, we are the slaves of

play my cards like I'm jailin, shots hittin up my spot like midnight rains hailin Got me bailin to stacks more green; Gods ain't tryin to be trapped

Homey you a bitch you got feminine ways Heard you got four lips and bleed for seven days I got fo' fifths and bananas on the case And got more whips than a runaway slave

won't have to ask for refer if the things that I seen through my Prada frames got me paid watch me mane I'm cocky slave with this Rocky chain I got I

town I swear one day I'm gonna burn that whore house to the ground Slave, slave To fight the violence we must be brave Hold on strong to the love God gave Slave

Moors in Europe They treat street vendors like criminal riff-raff While politicians get the corporate kickbacks (snakes) [Chorus: Immortal Technique] Harlem Renaissance, a revolution betrayed Modern day slaves

When the Life Giver dies, all around is laid waste. And in my last hour, I'm a Slave to the Power of Death. Slave to the Power of Death... Slave to the

the Gods were being emptied for good. Why would such Heavenly beings want to desert Earth ? But as I watched I understood. As the clouds turned to a Jealous Green

small Grippin the bottle of gasoline and the alcohol was killin Doti Havin a ball...but I'm still rollin through the shore Pray for redemption Runaway slaves