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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 © | Year Posted 2007




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