The leash the leash the leash
The leash is loose enough to feel like autonomy
(The milk watered down in a tenement kitchenette)
The leash is loose enough to feel like autonomy, but you ain't seen nothing yet
Yeah, money is here if you want it
And they love it when you flaunt it
Yes you will find as you're forfeiting all your power, the applause gets louder
So what I really wanna know is, are you my nigger?
If you could hear this, would you care that you made me theirs?
Don't know about that!
My whole family knows how to act!
We don't shake hands that are dripping with blood
Check out the "Song of The South" bluebirds face down in the plantation mud
So don't smile so wide for that lens
Crosshairs are not your friends
The cristal you spilled
The cristal you drank
Dragging your knuckles to the bank
So what I really want to know is are you my nigger?
If you could hear this would you care that you made me theirs?