Freedom
Freedom,
It comes with a price usually lost lives
so lets call it blood money
this money been threw a constant tug of war
and it don't matter how many
just look at the lives lost
look how much your American freedom cost
and I been a soldier yea I know the creed
but like Biggie said "Niggas Bleed Just Like Us"
so I guess true lyricist bleed whether alive or dead
but enough said, and if you been threw the struggle
you know what I mean it ain't about the green
but how you carry yourself
It ain't what you know, but how you use it
and real niggas gotta feel this yea tru shhh!!
and forget my skin color,
lyrically I made my words fade to black
and I was brought up on ounces of that good in a nap sack
but just because physically you a street nigga mentally
that ain't where you gotta stay at
freedom is between the mind set and the imagination
the difference between taking responsibility
for your actions, and just laying back contemplating
your business & procrastinating and look around you
everybody fears someone or something
and if they say other wise they bluffing
everybody is leaving this earth one way or another
so I suggest my sisters & brothers
you stop chasing this highly anticipated blood money
because with the right motivation
you can be everything you want and more
you're already free well your spirit is and
that's the only thing that matters where I'm going
forget being lost, at age 17 I was found and finally set
FREE
Copyright © Corey Ross | Year Posted 2007
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