Free

You could try, you never stop me, I'm livin' dreams
Slept on, but so was the best before they hit the scene
I never fiended for the cover of the magazine
Give me the fortune, keep the fame, that's on everything
They say actions speak louder than words
But wisdom speak louder than both, in the silence, you hear it ring
Some homies went ghost, other homies became kings
Just meditate on why knowledge and wisdom ain't the same thing
Maybe then we find some clarity on our position
Inside the system where the cops are crooked, laws are twisted
If you look, it's hard to miss it
My homies don't read books, so I make songs, listen
The system manufactured in this way consciously
Enforcing cycles of poverty through the policy
They keep our people down constantly, profit off economies
Built on the backs of those labeled as commodities

The shits crazy for a while I could hardly see
A way out, til' I hit the mic, now I'm set free
The shits crazy for a while I could hardly see
A way out, til' I hit the mic, now I'm set free

I always gravitated towards backpack rapping
8th grade, wit' the pack in the backpack trapping
This was years before cash app, that's cash transactions
With half the fraction of that used to finance rapping
Put years into this game, still ain't lost the magic
Not scared of not making it
But losing your passion, that shit tragic
This the life that's untelevised
Broadcasted live right through these written rhymes
This the illest shit you ever heard
That's what he said but nobody said a word
Sittin' silent when the thought occurred
Let the music speak for itself, dawg, really that's just how it works
This boss status come with many perks
But the most important thing is don't get complacent and try control your thirst
Between the two, you better listen to your hunger first
Just put in work, that's the only way to make it work



Credits
Writer(s): Nigel Andrew Swanston, Tim Cox
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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