Emancipation

Verse 1

We're all slaves from the cradle to the grave

From the wound of you moms to the day you pass away,

I don't give a fuck what you say, we're all locked down in

chains, Submission, man, that's the word of the day,

We're all salves to need of being praised, Appreciated,

emancipated or going against the grain, It's all the same

what ever its cocaine, or just being vain, Smoking weed,

seeking enlightenment or simply just trying to maintain,

Man, the thing is slavery can work on many levels,

And it's not a question about you facing your fears,

It's more realizing that we all have vices, Good or bad? I

don't know I'm not trying to be righteous, Whatever it takes

for you to get through your crisis, It's all good with me, who

the fuck I'm to say I don't like it, I'm just thinking out loud,

my thoughts poured out on paper, Line after line the quill

cut like a razor, I'm ducking the slugs of temptation,

working the trenches trying to avoid self-deception,

a slave to my own reflections, confessing that Coloss

himself is fiending for most of these things he just

mentioned

Chorus

Emancipation - will not set you free

Maybe for the moment but take it from me

Self starvation - is not the key

I tried all those things but I still feel incomplete

It's easier to judge than to try to understand

It's hard to be a righteous man

Verse 2

We're all slaves from the cradle to the grave,

take your pick; power trips, religion or fame,

the thing is, from start to finish, man, we all sinners

we're all wearing shackles, there's plenty of examples,

food or tobacco, or zipping the Chapoli chateau

drinking firewater or just trying to stay sober, coffein, the

dream of cream, paranoia, even a pure thing such as love

can destroy you, all I'm saying is that a vice is a vice,

good or bad its part of your life, take coloss for instance I'm

doing too much drinking, drunk or sober I'm still fucked up,

same difference, I sleep too much, think about sex too much

probably confess too much, so let me capture the essence of

this whole song in this last line. I probably smoked a whole

pack when I conceived this rhyme

Chorus