Million Dollar Slave - K Rino

When you started out you was hard then master gave you the nod

Folks worshipped you like a god but that was just a facade

You gave the system a try so now your status is high

But your position so how you act and comply

You came up out of the field, hoping to properly build

He showed a lot of the skill

His hustle got him a deal

But shortly after you knew this game was ratchet and cruel which made you

actually lose the happiness you pursued

They peppered you with the praise, big revenue everyday

Yet telling you what to say whenever you hit the stage

When something pop in the streets, they take your option to speak

Don’t want you dropping no heat, they even watchin' your Tweets

So if a topic arise, they pimp these popular guys

Make statements that’s not advised, they make you apologize

They keep it low, knew they wanted to hurl

They show you their power by punking you in front of the world, you’s a

Million dollar slave, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You’s a million dollar slave, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You feelin' comfortable ‘cause now you got the mansions and cars

You get to be at the award shows and dance with the stars

They see you fighting for a cause, now they sick of your ass

So they pickle your past instantly and dig up some trash

They’ll hold some old dirt until you force ‘em to use it

The machine builder can tear it down whenever he chooses

You were not produced to speak truth or that’s just how he views it

‘cause the use of his platforms are only for his amusement

Ain’t no protestin' and speakin' out, that’s not how he raised you

The price for being a good slave is the millions he pays you

Caught up in the depths of a false sense of acceptance

Never using the devil’s history as a reference

Two hundred, three hundred million, it don’t matter your worth

Soon as you think you flyin', he gon' slam you back to the earth

Tear you down in the media then watch the hate ensue

They’ll even make your own community turn against you, you’s a

Million dollar slave, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You’s a million dollar slave, yeah, yeah, yeah

Question:

At the peak of success, can you still keep your respect?

I’ve seen ‘em put some of the biggest black people in check

You spent years signing contracts, cashing in royalties

But soon as they jam you up, you spendin' that on lawyer fees

Or they see the people rising up with boots on the ground

So they put you on Fox News to calm the broke slaves down

You start defending everything master say or he do

But after all that sellin' out, they cut your ass loose too

What else is new?

Same formula, they constantly do it

The corporate world, sports, politics, movies and music

Your loyalty, they make you prove it on a tv show

(*Authority figure*: Do you support Minister Louis Farrakhan?)

(*Intimidated subject*: Um… no?)

'til we break free and establish our own, ain’t much coming

Knew that every dollar they ever paid you was hush money

After seeing this for years and years, by now you should know

You only get to go as high as they allow you to go ‘cause you a

Million dollar slave, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You’s a million dollar slave, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah