Blaxploitation de Hasan Salaam

It's a new day, but shit don't change.
plantation, politics and capital gain
through trials and tribulations.
it's hard to maintain
as we push forward, it's just more of the same.
Hip hop selling products from pepsi to champagne
advertisers, bad advisors abandon thier campaign.
soon as the dollar's made,
they on the money train.
sweeping through our demographics
like rocks of cocaine.
Excessive compulsive, self-indulgence,
impulsive consumerism; and that shit's repulsive
the markets like a carcus to a flock of vultures,
salivating at the chance to exploit our

it's blaxploitation - exagerration, infatuation, love-hate relation.
we do the work, but who gets the payments
of 40 acres of reparations?
That's how it is. but shit dont change.
plantations, politics and capital gain,
for the right price of fortune and fame
who be rappin in black face
for bling and a chain?
go ahead and do the math
ice, floss and flash.
used to worship gold
and prayed unto a platinum calf
after the cash, whats fuckin with that?
oh mighty dollars replaced dollars
so holla back
21 gun salute, let your pistols clap.
just as long as the violence is black on black.
glorify that shit, then it's a wrap.
a soul with your song
if there's a price for that.
Vanilla ice and hammer,
hip hop or propaganda?
it's mainstream now; shit bumps in montana.
white boys in iowa call each other 'nigga'.
they said it wouldnt last y'
come on, go figure.

It's a new day, and somethin gotta change.
plantation, politics and capital gain.
modern day slaves with a mind full of chains.
and overseers will never be
loosenin up our reigns.
black, brown, red and yellow
left unable to plan