Freedom II
The blood of my brother's keeper.
I know this shit can get deeper.
My hands tied, I died in bondage. They resurrected my DNA with the phonics.
One of the apostles wrote the Bible.
My rhymes Ebonics like the great Elijah Muhammad.
Prayed for a safe haven, not knowing the blood was seized. I feel capital Steez,
In 47 we believe. Spinning yin while they spin again. Now let my lyrics blend,
Drowning in a pool of liquor, hoping that it baptizes
Me even quicker, my nigga.
One of the last descendants, catch me walking amongst the gods.
This must rise, do it by surprise.
Captured the spirit, my family living.
I'm driven by these African roots that were lost yet, still inside my DNA.
Shout out to Caroline Howard, one of the prominent
Leaders here to lead us through the marking of historic teaching.
I've learned and now I'm leading, reciting what I've been reading.
I'm bleeding, but still blessed.
I'm eager, but my prophecy an't fulfilled.
Yet, is there more in store? while Mama's pray we make it home
From that corner store.
It's some niggas and they've gone to war, I don't know if I should
Ride or just stay the course. The city of no remorse,
Where they're stepping over corpses. Feel the force of my
Energy shifting. I know I'm different, also gifted.
I swear that these rhymes were locked inside a prism.
Say-what
The blood of my brother's keeper.
But My hands tied, I've died.
Like the great Elijah Muhammad.
Aye, tend to spit it the dopest. I'm hoping they finally notice. I'm
Goateed from the land where the English is broken. The truth is, keep that shit unspoken.
From Gang signs to block
Raids, I became amazed. From Tech 9s to crack graves,
For the thirst of the thrill
. Let's keep it real, often type of shit I keep it concealed 'cause
I know it can get me killed.
If the Lord's willing, then I know I will
It's a sin to keep it this versatile,
The Birth of the golden child.
I'm drowning, just let me drown.
No point in saving now, I came too far to back down.
(GUNSHOT)
The blood of my brother's keeper.
I know this shit can get deeper.
My hands tied, I died in bondage. They resurrected my DNA with the phonics.
One of the apostles wrote the Bible.
My rhymes Ebonics like the great Elijah Muhammad,
Like the great Elijah Muhammad
What
I know this shit can get deeper.
My hands tied, I died in bondage. They resurrected my DNA with the phonics.
One of the apostles wrote the Bible.
My rhymes Ebonics like the great Elijah Muhammad.
Prayed for a safe haven, not knowing the blood was seized. I feel capital Steez,
In 47 we believe. Spinning yin while they spin again. Now let my lyrics blend,
Drowning in a pool of liquor, hoping that it baptizes
Me even quicker, my nigga.
One of the last descendants, catch me walking amongst the gods.
This must rise, do it by surprise.
Captured the spirit, my family living.
I'm driven by these African roots that were lost yet, still inside my DNA.
Shout out to Caroline Howard, one of the prominent
Leaders here to lead us through the marking of historic teaching.
I've learned and now I'm leading, reciting what I've been reading.
I'm bleeding, but still blessed.
I'm eager, but my prophecy an't fulfilled.
Yet, is there more in store? while Mama's pray we make it home
From that corner store.
It's some niggas and they've gone to war, I don't know if I should
Ride or just stay the course. The city of no remorse,
Where they're stepping over corpses. Feel the force of my
Energy shifting. I know I'm different, also gifted.
I swear that these rhymes were locked inside a prism.
Say-what
The blood of my brother's keeper.
But My hands tied, I've died.
Like the great Elijah Muhammad.
Aye, tend to spit it the dopest. I'm hoping they finally notice. I'm
Goateed from the land where the English is broken. The truth is, keep that shit unspoken.
From Gang signs to block
Raids, I became amazed. From Tech 9s to crack graves,
For the thirst of the thrill
. Let's keep it real, often type of shit I keep it concealed 'cause
I know it can get me killed.
If the Lord's willing, then I know I will
It's a sin to keep it this versatile,
The Birth of the golden child.
I'm drowning, just let me drown.
No point in saving now, I came too far to back down.
(GUNSHOT)
The blood of my brother's keeper.
I know this shit can get deeper.
My hands tied, I died in bondage. They resurrected my DNA with the phonics.
One of the apostles wrote the Bible.
My rhymes Ebonics like the great Elijah Muhammad,
Like the great Elijah Muhammad
What
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