Slave Mill

I can remember when huh those slavery times...

What you won't and what you will

Working for your dollar bill

Sad to see the old slave mill

Is grinding slow, but grinding still

Walking home, a youth gets killed

Police free to shoot at will

Sad to see the old slave mill

Is grinding slow, but grinding still

Nine to five you know the drill

Weekends are a short lived thrill

Sad to see the old slave mill

Is grinding slow, but grinding still

Cup runneth over till it spill

Take until they've had their fill

Sad to see the old slave mill

Is grinding slow, but grinding still

Some of us think we're too big

'Cause the system gives us jobs

Even though it's just a low paying gig

Some of us will boast and brag

And those of us who think we're small

Just because we don't have much

That's really not the case at all

There's riches that the flesh can't touch

Some of us won't respect names

Some of us won't respect loves

Some of us don't respect life

Even though we worship God

And some of us won't let go faith

No matter what the price may cost

Some of us won't practice hate

Because we still believe in love

What you won't and what you will

Working for a dollar bill

Sad to see the old slave mill

Is grinding slow, but grinding still

Walking home, a child gets killed

Neighbors free to shoot at will

Hurt' to see the old slave mill

Is grinding slow, but grinding still

Nine to five, we know the drill

Weekends are such a short-lived thrill

Sad to see the old slave mill

Is grinding slow, but grinding still

Cup runneth over till it spill

Take until they've had their fill

Sad to see the old slave mill

Is grinding slow, but grinding still

Most of us think we're too good

Just because material gain

If we were living as we should

Then less of us would be in pain

Those who are misunderstood

Still deserve a voice to claim

The things that are still meaningful

To each and all of us the same

And some will say the cups are full

And give Jah thanks to what we've gained

And some will say there's much more weight to pull

And them will tell you that straight up and plain

And some will think outside the box

While some of us will hold our lanes

And some of us we write the facts

While some of us a chop down cane

What men won't and what they will

Working for a dollar bill

Sad to see the old slave mill

Is grinding slow, but grinding still

Walking home, a child gets killed

Police free to shoot at will

Hurts to see the old slave mill

Is grinding slow, but grinding still

Nine to five you know the drill

Weekends are a short-lived thrill

Sad to see the old slave mill

Is grinding slow but grinding still

Cup runneth over till it spill

Take until they've had their fill

Sad to see the old slave mill

Is grinding slow, but grinding still

Is grinding slow, but grinding still

Is grinding slow, but grinding still

Is grinding slow, but grinding still

Is grinding slow, but grinding still

Is grinding slow, but grinding still

Is grinding slow, but grinding still

Is grinding slow, but grinding still

Those slavery times... I can remember when huh...