Emancipation - Prominent

Produced by Alex K for Royalty Production

Guitar by R. Furlong

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

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

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