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WTF is the problem!
Off the ship, to a foreign land, plagued and brutally stole
Pale ghosts, undercover hoax, the red man's land new mold
Under a nightly silent moon, shackles clatter right into his room
Defenseless she succumbs, through this wicked hell, force into a new reality by noon
Fast forward...... 2015, and the reason they can't seem to find
Hip hop artist writing our women checks to continue the perfect crime
Exploitation in a stolen nation, the truth is covered by calling it a grind
Mind control and manipulation, so I guess the thought s never crossed our minds
Or in fact, the thought has come to pass but something has made us decline
Broke for so long that a little money has made us turn the ladder upside down and then begin to climb
WTF.
Pale ghosts, undercover hoax, the red man's land new mold
Under a nightly silent moon, shackles clatter right into his room
Defenseless she succumbs, through this wicked hell, force into a new reality by noon
Fast forward...... 2015, and the reason they can't seem to find
Hip hop artist writing our women checks to continue the perfect crime
Exploitation in a stolen nation, the truth is covered by calling it a grind
Mind control and manipulation, so I guess the thought s never crossed our minds
Or in fact, the thought has come to pass but something has made us decline
Broke for so long that a little money has made us turn the ladder upside down and then begin to climb
WTF.
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