Free's Dream

Through my life seems I've seen thousands of my brothers felled
By bullets in their face or life sentences in jail
Who are they to decide our lives should be a living hell
What you see here isn't me this body, it's just a shell
There ain't nothing on the inside
My emotions have died
Due to the dirt that I've done all those drugs that I tried
And the people I've mistreated during my time in the streets
Through the bitter ass cold or blistering ass heat
Chasing paper put us in situations we had never dreamed
I saw things unsuitable for a child just in his teens
It's a cold cruel world full of evil ass demons
That spend every waking moment of their life scheming on a plot
To take what we've got
I know you might think some of those assholes are your friends, but they're not
It's the same old story just with a different twist
Everybody's fucking each other over, no wonder we're pissed.

How the hell do you expect to
Get anything done letting this world disrespect you
Letting other people's opinion distress you
Letting these streets eat you up and digest you
Why the hell should I even try
To tell the truth when you prefer that I spread a lie
Break away from these stereotypes they hold us by
Being born black doesn't mean we were bred to die

I will never understand why they call life a game
I'm considering starting a petition on changing the name
Cause games are supposed to be made for enjoyment
Not struggling, starving, and constantly seeking employment
Where the fuck is the love
Why they treat us like shit
How is it that poor people seem to take the worst hit
How the fuck do you expect us to pay these high prices
For food, clothing, and shelter with how difficult life is
Can we get our fair share can a brother get a break
If you're planning on making reparations how long will it take
It's almost as if our fate's been predetermined
One foot in the grave, I can hear the worms squirming
I've shared living quarters with vermin
And felt the sting of starvation when your belly starts hurting
It's the same old story just with a different twist
Got a brother out here wondering what part of the game is this.

How the hell do you expect to
Get anything done letting this world disrespect you
Letting other people's opinion distress you
Letting these streets eat you up and digest you
Why the hell should I even try
To tell the truth when you prefer that I spread a lie
Break away from these stereotypes they hold us by
Being born black doesn't mean we were bred to die

It seems that self-preservation
Has created this twisted form of motivation
That's leading to our, utter devastation
It's the root of all evil that got people killing people
Scoffing at the idea that we're all created equal
Living our lives filled with stresses isn't how God planned it
All these dealings, underhanded man I just can't understand it
Car needs repairs, baby need a new coat,
Phone blowing up from debt collectors at a brother's throat
Woman's stressed cause she's definitely tired of being broke
Got a lump in my throat dog the size of a cantaloupe
How much longer can one man cope
It seems I'm quickly succumbing to the poison please administer me an antidote
Why does this keep happening to me
All we ever truly tried to do was aspire to be happy
It's the same old story just with a different twist
Wish those assholes would bite down on a muzzle and end it in Bliss.

How the hell do you expect to
Get anything done letting this world disrespect you
Letting other people's opinion distress you
Letting these streets eat you up and digest you
Why the hell should I even try
To tell the truth when you prefer that I spread a lie
Break away from these stereotypes they hold us by
Being born black doesn't mean we were bred to die