Freedom
(专辑: Church Clothes 3 - 2016)
[Lecrae:] They out here prostituting kiddos Fill they pockets with dinero Pedophiles, pitiful Sell a
child to centerfold Take they innocence, put in on the
internet Purities tainted, dignities shaken Enslaving the
soul of all of these babies And freedom got a
price nobody paying Making money, American dream ain't it, nah! It's a
nightmare, don't fight fair for white here Benjamin Franklins, killing we hate for him Write a
song justifying the
lies we take for him, hold up They ain't with me, I'm willing to wait for 'em Lil' me sat up on the
porch, thinking dolla bills Stomach filled from another meal that my momma killed still I
can't keep still I'd probably steal to keep a
couple of Nike checks on the
back of my heels Grab my back on and pills I
need a
stack of them bills They say we slaves to the
money I
guess we back in the
field I'ma go pursue my happiness, they told me it was free But I'm still paying for it, I'm indebted to this thing Heard a
prophet say the
profit, don't focus on making change Just focus on tryna be it and maybe you'll make a
gain Maybe you'll free the
slaves, maybe you'll bring a
change The
destinations are different but everyone's on the
train [N'Dambi:] Freedom isn't free But I
still, I
still believe in my freedom So my mind can see Please let me be free, please let me Freedom [Lecrae:] I'm out here chasing this freedom They out here chopping my feet off And if they catch me I'm Toby, but I
ain't 'bout to believe it King Kunta, king of cooning, or Kenan & Kel Rather rot in a
jail cell than be up in hell, well Well done, is you cooking or is you hearing your Father say, "Well done"? Is He looking at all your honors? Modestly I'll be honest, I'm hanging onto that promise Cause honestly I
ain't really been everything that I
oughta Oughta be on my Harriet, bury me next to Honest Abe Here's lies another man murdered for tryna free the
slaves I
gave Chief Keef my number in New York this summer I
told him, "I could get you free", I'm on my Nat Turner Back burner, cooking up a
fat burger While we shuck and jive to a
song about a
crack murder Know we need a
change but we threw it on the
stage Got some money and a
soul and neither one of us saved Slaves, get free [N'Dambi:] Freedom, it isn't free But I
still believe, I
still believe in our freedom So my mind can see Please let me be free, please let me be free Freedom Freedom, freedom, freedom