Freedom

Lyrics

[Intro] Freedom [Hook: Darryl Irby] (x3) Freedom ain't what you Die for. No freedom Fight wars, we live our Lives for ("Freedom!") [Verse 1: Donte] Yo, the cost of Freedom is trife, you gotta pay it with your life Live and let live, some die to pay the price Enjoy it while you got it. A seed's been plotted Get spotted by that Beast without your piece in your wallet I'm indigenous, they still wanna shackle my ligaments Like fugitive immigrants, intuitive ignorance The New World's imminent, all women and men in it Ain't no need to look around, motherfuckers, we spinning it Beginning the end in it, the tеnants done been it in Straight from the Beast, but his lеash was limited (Go to Hell) We been in it. Can't you tell we sin in it? Bail like a senatate and shall repent in it Replenish, diminish it, started to finish it Salvation is imminent, ain't none of us innocent We're robbers and killers that rob us and are kill us Thieves are stealers and deceiving healers We receive revealers, smoke weed with millers Other brothers pop pillers from government dealers Oppressed with chains that molest the brain The soul ancestors pray through the stress and pain We possessed with vain and obsessed with fame Through success and gain and finessing game We address the blame when we test the flame Resurrect the slain and confess their name It's inscripted in Stone Age glyphics that predicted Freedom was restricted with Triple-Sixes First, freedom was gave, then freedom was waves And the truth would free them all if they knew they was slaves [Hook: Darryl Irby] (x2) Freedom ain't what you Die for. No freedom Fight wars, we live our Lives for ("Freedom!") [Verse 2: Nardo] They ain't Knocking on your door, they're kicking them shits in If you didn't know by now, the war never ends Dipped in sin, foes and friends get blood to blend Those with glass chins get swallowed like shots of gin The plots thickens, sicker than Salem's lot High-risers, barb wire, project burial plots Living in desperate times, bringing malicious crimes I'm dealing with you suckers, dropping quarters and dimes [Verse 3: Main Flow] Some wise Out for one prize, watch the sunrise Hunks, spies, and gun guys that used to run pie Dump eyes, run cries through the numb skies Bums try and crumbs lie to get the skunks high Either elevated, jailed, or celebrated Quarter-century-style, some fellas never made it Well-investigated, spots getting hella raided Got my infantry foul, I had to delegate it (Freedom) On some rook shit. See how them books fit? When the hit goes down, no time to look sick Hooks thick, ain't no telling how them crooks get You ain't free right now, still gotta cook bricks [Hook: Darryl Irby] (x3) Freedom ain't what you Die for. No freedom Fight wars, we live our Lives for ("Freedom!")