Shackles

lyrics by Mark A. Nash

Verse 1

I grew up in a small city

My city's no different than yours

It may not be all that pretty

But in the end you know you gotta get yours

I'll take yo money

I'll take yo clothes

and here it ends up

nobody knows

I'll take your car

I'll shoot your house

I'll do a drive by just to show you I'm real

Chorus

Shackles on my hands

Shackles on my feet

Now how the hell do you expect me to eat

Work all day, work all night

But still my money's funny, something ain't right

Verse 2

I went to jail

I did my time

I just got out and I speak the same old line

"Brother, brother can you spare me a dime?"

I just can't make it with this 9 to 5

My boss is talking sh*t. You know that's just it.

In a day, I'm a have to quit

He claims I'm stealing and drug dealing

Now, if you need some help, you know I'm willing.

Chorus

Shackles on my hands

Shackles on my feet

Now how the hell do you expect me to eat

Work all day, work all night

But still my money's funny, something ain't right

Verse 3

Now, I'm back in the game

and the games the same

and everywhere I go they know my name

Now I'm supplying product

I know I gotta stop it

I asked the Lord would he send me some change

Chorus

Shackles on my hands

Shackles on my feet

Now how the hell do you expect me to eat

Work all day, work all night

But still my money's funny, something ain't right

Verse 4

Now, I'm back out the game

Although the game's the same

I did my part, you know I made a change

I got another job, I know that times are hard

But it's okay because my life is real

I love my family

I love my life

and In the end, you know that's all that really matters

Chorus

Shackles on my hands

Shackles on my feet

Now how the hell do you expect me to eat

Work all day, work all night

But still my money's funny, something ain't right

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