Free (feat. Bakari B.)

I've been shrinking myself to fit in places that I've outgrown
Trapped in my mind, got somewhere to call my doubts home
Been making music out the feelings that I've once shown
What happens when the looks fade and the clout's gone?
Training my mind to be stronger than all my emotions
List of regrets getting deeper than the fucking oceans
Maybe I was too open?
I should've kept these niggas guessing
If I said you was impressing me then I was joking
And God keep blessing me but Satan keep on testing me
Nostalgia still depressing me
These bills and shit keep stressing me
Keep some real ones next to me
Young nigga got the recipe
I gotta give what's left of me
Can't let them get the best of me
I'm asking God for a break and a piece of mind
How much more can I take before I'm outta time?
And you ain't been through life until you felt like dying
And if you heard that I was perfect they was fucking lying
I gotta get my GRAMMY, niggas tryna take my breath
People just be judging like we all ain't gotta date with death
I'm rolling up some weed tryna tame my vices
I'm disregarding prices, I'll do whatever suffices
This shit is moving too fast
My brother's having babies
I got a college degree
I'm pushing my third Mercedes
And I ain't going for maybe's
I'll sleep when I'm dead
This is the story of the fucking war in my head
Well...

Maybe this weed'll help
I just wanna be myself
Wonder will I ever feel free to?
(Wonder will I ever feel free?)
Playing with my thoughts again
Dreaming about happiness
Wonder will it ever find me too?
(Wonder will it ever find me)

I, I, I know (I know)
I been looking for
You to give me more
You, give-give me more
I, I, I know (I know)
I been hoping for
You to give me more
You, give-give me more

Hennessy, Hennessy
Calling you is like a thing for me
Never hear the tones when you ringing me
So outta touch can't think for me
So what you think of me? Think of me
Cause I can't ever really think for free
Up sometimes when I'm good as be
Then I'm right back down when I'm B-A-D
This is how it really is
Life been crazy since a kid
Got depression all these years
Pops died, didn't wanna live
8th grade went to Champion
Revolver stashed in my backpack
I want all the shit, I want all the beef
I ain't telling nobody back-back
Reconnected with the homies now
These folks is some high fools
Me and moms used to eat Wendy's
Everyday through high school
We broke Cal! How you think it's supposed to go down?
Only options is to go to school, military, or get gunned down
Sell dope then run the streets
Po-po want us in the pen for life
Went to college just to get away
Leave the hood my own best advice
Except these white folks hate me more than my own kind
All this shit from up here to back home
Now I'm battling my own mind
Damn, can hear old me crying out
Was my degree really worth twenty thou'? (Really?)
Uncle Sam and Aunt Sallie Mae
Calling me immegiately' after I graduate
And now the police wanna put me down
Put my skin on the street
Slavery turn into D-E-B-T over me, over me
Am I free, am I free? Am I? Well...

Maybe this weed'll help
I just wanna be myself
Wonder will I ever feel free to?
(Wonder will I ever feel free?)
Playing with my thoughts again
Dreaming about happiness
Wonder will it ever find me too?
(Wonder will it ever find me)