Kings In The Jungle, Slaves In The Field

Lyrics for Kings In The Jungle, Slaves In The Field

We was kings in the jungle Slaves in the field Queens in the jungle Slaves in the field We was sold by the masters Claimed by the masters Because everything belonged to the master To the master The many works of arts after arts torn into pieces Our art pieces Tore it all apart By the masters We was kings in the jungle And slaves in the field We was queens in the jungle And slaves in the field Oh, yeah I built Black Wall Street I built Black Wall Street In Tulsa, Oklahoma In Tulsa, Oklahoma Tulsa, Oklahoma Until they tore it down We was kings in the jungle And slaves in the field Queens in the jungle And slaves in the field Every piece we made Every piece we made Belongs to the master Every piece we made Belongs to the master Every piece we made Everything became the master pieces Every piece we made Master after master after master Every piece we made Passed on down by the master Every piece we made Generations of the master Every piece we made Was torn into pieces Every piece we made By the new master Every piece we made Tore it into pieces Every piece we made Oh Every piece we made Tear it all apart Every piece we made Oh Every piece we made They tore it all apart Every piece we made Eh, eh Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Tore it all into pieces They tore it into pieces