Freedom

This story's never been told and I
Grew on bikes in estates
Never wanted to be road or ride
This western land confuses
Runs on this soul of mine
We've seen God and the Devil
We've been both those sides

Is it bossin' your block?
Is it financial freedom?
Conquering inner demons?
Leaving your job? what is your freedom?

Put ourselves in a prison
To realise its prison
She said that she ain't respected
Theres so many isms
My man' dem hit walls
In this GTA cataclysm
Is that the reason the dog barks
So much on the estate?

Many rivers cross
I wanna know where we row now
In awe of the ore rounds,
Going crazy looks like freedom now
Times more than money
Don't need freedom when I'm dead
Running for happiness
But every step is closer to death

I'm thinking

We don't know anyting'
We're just finding our way
And it's menacing
You see we got told
Everyting' a everyting'
By a human who's the same,
What do they know?

I keep praying like
Tell me everyting'
No ones ever called back
They just let it ring
So sometimes I wonder,
Is there anything?
But I feel it inside so I have hope

So let's be real my g
For what it's worth
I don't know this galaxy
Or why were here on earth
I know it's wrong if somebody makes somebody hurt
Somedays it's better,
And some days its worse

Aeroplane mode on my phone
Every second I'm watching time
Hard to be mindful by street lights

Tryna' work out life
Ever since I knew we could die

Incense calone
Spiritual convos with my bros
But all we've knowns Riddims and Roads
Deleted social media
Cause' I was down-loads
But what you've done
Don't die if another person can grow

Sometimes I think

What if Lloyd Luther carried the Ruger?
Blast your rasclart'
Like Apollo and send you lunar
But regardless of those hallelujahs
My soul don't want no one
To ball or pass that's Messi not a shooter

For that I might suffer,
But won't be buried a loser
The measures are beautiful
Getting closer to know the ruler
Brexit got us James Macavoy
Destroying our juniors
This ain't left or right,
Road or conscious, this is the future

We had gangster dreams,
Shouting anarchy at police
Delete an mc
Over-writers eternally
Street won't set us free
Referendum we had to leave
Documentaries
My head rested upon a queen

Mc not to preach
But deep story's on streets
Don't lie to me,
Your WiFi I see through your energy
Learned from convos on corners
With torn up mitre's a box and screen
And school but classes on debt,
Could of set the working class free

Efficient I know they fear me,
My production is eerie
Lyricism and vocals
Are coming from soul not Siri
Rasta man call me rasta
But I'm bold like blacker letters
Jamaican British descendant
In Leicester City I'm weary

Cah' one push from the road
Could be hooked like a Netflix series
Thats why I cut the smoke
My mother can't be Afeni
Can't judge how you express
This letter is sent sincerely
Lloyd Luther got a purpose
Past graves where close ones are teary

So many nights in the whipping
Anylysing life with a spliff lit
Tryna' compromise in this sinning

Learnt that early in Morrison lines just beginning
Getting followed by feds
Like "your hype cause your blick" but
We still rose from those
Cold broken nights to eclipse it
Goons on degrees or pen
Seen all sides of this living
Two 9 to 5's
But angels said "time to begin this"
At birth the umbilical tried
My life but Im living

So

This is for DJ's
Who never played me
For the culture, but knew I was sick

This is for my mum
Who struggle daily
Now to finally see her son win

This is for the queens
Who tried to shade me
Only to find out my light doesn't dim

This is for fake friends
Who try to play me
Only to find out they played with a king

For the working class
Struggling to break free
For hard times that made us
Love this abyss

For the forgotten kids
Who didn't wanna spray greeze
And couldn't be themselves
So died in the mix

For anyone who believed when I was UG before I believed it within

I pray everyone finds freedom
On God I believe in this

Whoever you think God is
Even if you nothing exists