Freedom

Freedom is not free
I wanna know why Officer Darren Wilson didn't go to jail
For killing our brother Micheal Brown, I wanted to know why
I wanted to know why Goerge Zimmerman didn't go
To jail for killing Tray von, I wanted to know why
And the reason is because America is at war the black man
You do not go to jail for carrying out your responsibilities to your state
That's why no police will ever go to jail for killing a black man
Because war has been declared on the black man
It's the black man who simply won't accept it

Look, the art of war, is a meaning behind a message
You don't need a gun or a sword if you treat your mind as the weapon
Our colours is hidden, there's secrets teachers hide in they lessons
History books was full of people with white complexions
Reach the heights your destined, nigga, we define our essence, uh

Took my rap money, made a team from our investments
Get my family out the hood, the only reason why I'm stressin'
Small city but niggas carry heat the size of precious
Look, I speak on shit you other rap niggas nervous to say
The purchase I pay, more than most niggas earn at my age
My purpose was made, from my birth, was determined for grade

The land of the free, unless your black you served in a cage
For my niggas behind the wall tryna learn or betray
You get free and they make it hard just to earn up a wage
You either return to the cage or get murdered in graves
That's the power, how racist judges could turn us to slaves

We celebrate one hundred and fifty years of freedom, did ya'll know that?
Since 2015, one hundred fifty years, what do we got, black folks?
Where's our airplanes? What do we got?
Where's our supermarkets? What do we got?
Where's our schools? What do we got?
Where's our banks? What do we got?
A hundred and fifty years of freedom, whatever

Yo, compared to the wise 'cause went to war with just my ears and eyes
The greatest victories come to those who prepare when it's time
Inspired by mum and seeing mommy with tears in her eyes
Smokin' cigarettes while she playin' out Mary J. Blidge

Racist cops shoot at our kings, they even got a noose if you free
One shot could turn your blood to a pool when you bleed
Poison our mind, even poison the food that we eat
Choke us out in broad day 'til we can't move or can't breathe

I'm the female Mansa Musa to the niggas
Generational wealth without playin' a due for my niggas
I'm the palm reader, look how I hand of future the niggas
Was music to my ears so i hand a flute to my niggas
All praise is due to the highest as God protect me
I'd give you food for thought but my diet was Dr. Sebi
Kings killing kings won't get to be led, let it be violent
What's worse than being physically dead is mentally dying

America has the highest incarceration rate on the planet
And most men, black men in jail
Are in jail for non-violent, drug-related offences
In other words, he was sellin' crack and heroin on the street
Because he couldn't find a decent job
Through which he could earn enough to take care of his family

So who is responsible when the black male is miseducated
Economically castrated, comes out of jail
Cannot find any opportunity to set his life for right?
Can't get welfare, can't get healthcare
Can't get public housing, can't get student loans
So he breaks the law again and goes back
We look at him, how about the system?
Freedom is not free