Prominent - Emancipation lyrics

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Prominent - Emancipation lyrics

(A. Korac, P. Castelo, D. Raflund) Produced by Alex K for Royalty Production Guitar by R. Furlong Verse 1 We're all slaves from the cradle to the grave From the wound of you moms to the day you pa** away I don't give a f** 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 c**aine, 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 f** 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 Chorus 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 Verse 2 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 f**ed up Same difference, I sleep too much, think about s** 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 Chorus