Commission #1}

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