Lil B - Im Still Picking Cotton on Telegraph lyrics

Always bein one foot in, one foot out
Always been speakin the truth, sometimes
(yeah) , but most of the time (yes)
Being the man come easy to me
I can see all the hate
I can see all the hate
Walking through these shades
Blind man through a plug with a cane
(where you at)
Keep my head high, walkin through the flames
I'm always outside when it starts to rain
Counting all this money won’t ease the pain
Another generation bleed like dalmations
Wake up, we still on the plantation
But they seein (bitch) we send telegrams
Pickin cotton, yeah nigga, and I'm still not
40 acres and a mule, 1000 pounds of cotton
Call me Karl Malone
I'm sending rockets to Stockton
John Stockton, tell your bitch stop it
We getting playa money, NBA game money
It’s the game money

I'm still pickin cotton on telegraph
My feet hurt and I got pain in my back
The jail bus isthey like slave
Ships, the jail house, the plantations
(damn) and my nigga, they just waitin
The courthouse love seein them dark faces
Imma jump off the slave ship
I'm finna leave the plantation
If I got to do fuck it, take me out
Blow that bitch up, and get me out
Not made for a box, I'm way too fly
Hit the slave trade i'm jumpin off the side
Before I be a (inaudible) , I'm a jump
Fuck that man, I'm a real people
Because I see no evil, I seen a
Lot of stuff that was illegal
But I'd rather die than be a bitch nigga
Free my soul, I’m tired of these bitch niggas
And these snitch niggas
Keep all the pain bottled it, so
When I pop the top, they got to swallow it
My lifestyle is so electrifying
One thing I’ll never be is testifying
This Lil B

I'm still pickin cotton on telegraph
My feet hurt and I got pain in my back
The jail bus isthey like slave
Ships, the jail house, the plantations
(damn) and my nigga, they just waitin
The courthouse love seein them dark faces
Imma jump off the slave ship
I’m finna leave the plantation