Emancipation Songtext
von Prominent

We all slaves
From the cradle to the grave
From the womb to your moms, to the day you pass away
We don′t give a fuck what you say
We all locked down in chains
Submission, that's the word of the day
We all slaves to the need of being praised, appreciated
Emancipated, or going against the grain, it′s all the same
Whatever, it's 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 am I 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
Work in the trenches, trying to avoid self-deception
A slave to my own reflections
Confessing that Khilasis self 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 and I still feel incomplete
It′s easier to judge than to try to understand
It's hard to be a righteous man


We 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 all wearing shackles, there's plenty of examples
Food and tobacco, sipping the Sipali Chateau
Drinking firewater, just trying to stay sober
Coughing, dream of cream, paranoia
Even the pure things such as love can destroy ya
All I′m saying is that a vice is a vice
Good or bad, it′s part of your life
Take Khilas 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 even 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

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 and I still feel incomplete
It's easier to judge than to try to understand
It′s hard to be a righteous man