Testo Freedom - Lecrae feat. N'Dambi
Testo della canzone Freedom (Lecrae feat. N'Dambi), tratta dall'album Church Clothes 3
Man, they out here prostituting kiddos
Fill they pockets with dinero
Pedophiles pitiful, sell a child to centerfold
Take they innocence, put it on the internet
Purity's tainted, dignity's 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 hair
Benjamin Franklins, killing we hate for 'em
Write a song justifying the lives we take for 'em
They ain't with me, I'm willing to wait for 'em
Little me sat up on the porch making dollar bills
Stomach filled from another meal that my mama killed
Still, I can't keep still, I'll probably steal
To keep a couple of Nike checks on the back of my heels
Grandma back on them pills, I need a stack of them bills
They say we slaves to the money, I guess we back on 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 trying to 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
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
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 or King Akunin or Kenan and Kel
Rather rot in a jail cell than be up in hell
Well, well done as you cooking or is you hearing your father
Say well done as he looking at all your honors
Modestly I'll be honest, I'm hanging on to 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 lies another man murdered for trying to 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 shucking 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 'em safe
Safe
Freedom, it 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 be free
Freedom
Ooh, freedom
Freedom
Freedom
Credits
Writer(s): Chonita Nicole Gillespie, Le Crae Moore, Javohn Jordan Griffin, Stuart Lowery, Larry Darnell Griffin Jr.
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