Who's the man and what's his plan is it to kill off all his niggas ?
 It's the 90's motherfucka we no longer stays the cotton pickas
 We be gangsta's fuckin soldiers riders ride and you feel me
 If mista master touch this nigga then that bitch gon have to kill me
 See yall lil niggas or trill niggas your defense is try to jill niggas
 See I was called a real nigga but also known as phil nigga
 A house nigga a bitch nigga kissin up to the man
 Yes sir master no sir master but ain't part of the master's plan
 They used to beat us and mistreat us tying ropes around necks
 Now them bitches want to be us and hang around our sets
 They used to rape our fuckin weaks destroy our dreams and steal our hopes
 So I'll be that snipa sniping at they heads through rifle scopes

 {Chorus}
 Its so hard with these shackles on my feet
 Its so hard i rather die if i'm not sleep

 {Commission #2}
 That ole slave shit
 Was gay shit
 Cause niggas didn't want to say shit
 But If I was 40's bound
 I would of turned that shit around
 Look here master pick that cotton
 And you bets not miss a spottin
 And if you thank about escaping I'm gon shoot you while you trottin
 I'm feelin horny fuckin right BOY I'm gon fuck your wife tonight
 I'm gon do it out of spite cause I'm a nigga and she's white
 I waxed that ass yesterday and if it seems
 you still revealed so when I ring this fuckin bell
 Hangings taking place at twelve
 They'll be phil honkeys and house honkeys kid honkeys doin laundry
 And those I didn't included will be entertaining us like monkeys
 As for riding shotgun fuck that I'll be in the back countin my riches
 That way I can keep my fuckin eyes on all you bitchez

 {Chorus}
 Its so hard with these shackles on our feet
 Its so hard all the things you done to me
 Its SO HARD ! why has the Lord forsaken me ?
 Its so hard i rather die if i'm not sleep

 {Commission #3}
 Now lets talk about the people
 with the white sheets and burning crosses
 Roamin through the night wit they torches
 Sayin a white girl has been tampered wit by a black man
 Swingin ropes around the oaks sayin they found they man
 Its that type of story down south how they jus fuck over a nigga
 Have us hangin from tree limbs God the shit gets grim
 Its us against them
 But the bitchez got the upper hand
 Cause we robbin from our own land
 It was to many to take a stand
 So we ran
 Through the underground railroad like Harriet duckin off
 Walkin through water and shit to hide ourselves from the dark

 {Commission #4}
 Now the hands of time then turned since slave shit and whips
 But are we still shackled down by the fucked up politics
 They say its equal oppurtunites
 But look at the difference in our community
 We livin in hell they living in luxury
 Them bitches scared of the black power
 Put the dope in our hood to divide and devour
 But Lord we still fightin but they got us on the ropes
 We came so far but we still got so far to go

 {Chorus}
 Its so hard with these shackles on our feet
 Its so hard all the things you done to me
 Its SO HARD ! why has the Lord forsaken me ?
 Its so hard i rather die if i'm not sleep