What's up world?
We doing it one more again for y'all
Feeling a little bit liberated
On a rainy day inside of this booth about to spit the truth
Some spoken word type ish
Delivered to y'all by the foundation
A free soul at 23 years old, releasing pain without fail
I wrote a million letters from the county jail
After papa caught the boat and set sail
And mama followed shortly after that without a trail
Leaving a frail innocent mind
To defend himself behind enemy lines
Battling government fees and court fines
Caught a few hard knocks but I couldn't abort the grind
And I will not stop until I can afford to shine
And we will according to time, make a recording and climb
Beyond the confines of nigga-rhymes that's folded in rhymes
Known to give it back just as fast as I can hold it
Reciprocate hate or any love if you promote it
Been demoted and segregated, segregated we made it
To a place where we all liberated
I knew this girl named Susan, beautiful sister trapped in confusion
She got a baby on the way from this cat named Houston
He not from Texas, that brother push a Lexus coupe
Cruising the street, packing the heat, never sleep, quick to cheat
Best believe she never see the tricks up the sleeve
Down the street, the brother now a crack fiend
Dreams lost in a pipe full of smoke screen
Arrested by the cops on the block, possession of a Glock
Up the block they found a nine millimeter, he used to love her
Now he can't see her poor sister, looking like she on a diet
About to die from all the lying, Lord she still trying
Got to fight for her freedom, incite a riot
Inside, yo, she still bleeding, heart pumping hatred
She gotta take it, can't fake it, get yours, liberation
The harder we write, the harder we spit it
The harder the struggle, the more reason for us to live it
We gotta get it, gotta love it
Christ saves the individual that's living rugged
It's unexplainable how he removes the shackles
Liberation is like fighting a losing battle
Cruising without a golden saddle
A game of flag football but really they'd rather tackle
So what's the definition of freedom?
Gold chains and fast cars, when God calls we can't even keep 'em
I see none and dwell where heaven sent 'em
Unlike others in low places where serpents spit the venom
I mean, I seen a lot of soldiers fall victim
With a full clip but it only takes one shot to hit 'em
I'm like Jonah liberated right when the whale spit him
With a red ribbon and a white cross
My third strike with a hard pitch, maybe a light toss
I might floss in the end but until then I'mma win
Cause I'm liberated
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