What the neighbours don't realise is that
They are still living on the cotton farm
Chains are now like luxury items worn
But to the effect it's purpose it serves
This means any one of them
Can be pulled off, at any time
Of cause the masters
Do that On the regular
It is a must
It has to be done
To enforce the condition
That must be kept
Neighbours on the cotton farm
Working hard to please Master
The celebrated amongst them
Oh and there are a few to name
They are glorified as heroes
But dare not act away from the farm
They are the once with
The highest cotton pick on the farm
The celebrated neighbours
The best cotton pickers
But oh from time to time
Master has to put them in their place
Master is good, Master is good
Master lets us play on the cotton farm
After we have picked so much cotton
Master let us play on the cotton farm
Today though it is Meek Mills turn
He was naughty, naughty, naughty
Master pulled him away
He will spend some time in the cooler
No longer allowed on the cotton farm
He once was the best Cotton picker
But Master has to make an example
Master has to make an example of
Here on the cotton farm
The neighbours sometimes forget
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