HUNSON ABADEER FREESTYLE

Slavery Never Left, It Just Changed Clothes Yo, they talk like chains broke, like the struggle died, Like the past is dust and history lied. But open your eyes—look again, They just dressed it up, gave it a spin.

From Ancient to Modern Chains Pharaohs built on backs that bled, Kings got rich while the workers fled. Empires stacked, slaves took the toll, Then the colonizers turned chains into gold.

They shipped whole nations, broke their spine, Turned human flesh into dollar signs. Now they smile in suits, talk trade and wealth, But tell me—is freedom in the hands or the stealth?

The Systems Still Grip Yo, chains ain't gone, just changed the face, Wrapped ‘em in debt, locked ‘em in place. Still grind the workers, still bleed the streets, Still trade our lives for the master's seat.

The Illusion of Choice. Prison labor, forced to build, Sweatshops running, hands stay filled. Wage slaves locked in cycles deep, Punch the clock—dreams stay asleep.

They tag it progress, they brand it free, But is choice real when rent’s too steep? They sell the dream, but they own the land, They keep us running—we play their hand.

The Digital Chains Now the chains ain't metal, they float in the air, Data captured, tracked everywhere. AI watching, systems tight, Control ain't guns—control is the sight.

Credit scores, locked IP, Every move traced digitally. Surveillance smooth, wrapped in ease, But tell me—who profits from all of these?

The Debt Trap Nations They loan the money, then claim the land, Hold economies in greedy hands. Give the aid, but with strings so tight, Poor nations trapped—the deal ain’t right.

Leaders fight, people cry, Western pockets watch them buy. They talk assistance, but tax the soul, Tell me—ain’t that slavery in a different role?

The Wake-Up Call Yo, chains ain't gone, just changed the face, Wrapped ‘em in debt, locked ‘em in place. Still grind the workers, still bleed the streets, Still trade our lives for the master's seat.

Break the Illusion Yo, history ain't past, it's running now, They flipped the chains but kept the vow. Control the system, control the way, But truth don’t hide—we rise today.

Chains Ain't Gone!

milfhunters // zaebos - backyard funeral

melted (Prod. by VadMillian.)

B L U E • indigorose // PLUSTFX

quarantine tape. 
be kind to everything, but especially yourself.

symptomatic [prod. by ono]

scrapbooking [prod. by czndfx]

shadow of sunday [prod. by heavy the bluebird]

prod. nobody

lyrics:
Ain’t been making sense
I been tryna keep it buck
Just tryna be honest cuz myself just ain’t enough
Talking to my momma, love the way she lift me up
Ain’t seen my father in a minute I just pray he missing us
I felt abandoned like that day I missed the bus
Let that shit haunt me cuz I never made a fuss
One day I’m gonna pop and let the puss run
Momma get to feeling down she got a plus one
Got my big boy pants
Came with no buckle
Got my own chin and it broke my own knuckles
And there’s nothing below it
Tip toeing over trash from a wanna be poet
I’m a stoic
Wash my hands in the grief that we knowing
The only way to get clean
Keep flowing

shadow of sunday [prod. by heavy the bluebird]

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