Freedom

They out here prostitutin' kiddos

Fill they pockets with dinero

Pedophiles, pitiful

Sell a child to centerfold

Take they innocence, put in on the internet

Purities tainted, dignities shaken

Enslavin' the soul of all of these babies

And freedom got a price nobody payin'

Makin' money, american dream ain't it, nah!

It's a nightmare, don't fight fair for white here

Benjamin franklins, killin' we hate for him

Write a song justifyin' the lies we take for him, hold up

They ain't with me, I'm willin' to wait for 'em

Lil' me sat up on the porch, thinkin' dolla bills

Stomach filled from another meal that my momma killed still

I can't keep still

I'd probably steal to keep a couple

Of nike checks on the back of my heels

Grab my back on and pills

I need a stack of them bills

They say we slaves to the money

I guess we back in the field

I'ma go pursue my happiness, they told me it was free

But I'm still payin' for it, I'm indebted to this thing

Heard a prophet say the profit, don't focus on makin' change

Just focus on tryna be it and maybe you'll make a gain

Maybe you'll free the slaves, maybe you'll bring a change

The destinations are different but everyone's on the train

Freedom isn't free

But I still, I still believe in my freedom

So my mind can see

Please let me be free, please let me

Freedom

I'm out here chasin' this freedom

They out here choppin' my feet off

And if they catch me I'm toby, but I ain't 'bout to believe it

King kunta, king of coonin', or kenan & kel

Rather rot in a jail cell than be up in hell, well

Well done, is you cookin' or is you hearin' your father say, "well done"?

Is he lookin' at all your honors?

Modestly I'll be honest, I'm hangin' onto that promise

Cause honestly I ain't really been everything that I oughta

Oughta be on my harriet, bury me next to honest abe

Here's lies another man murdered for tryna free the slaves

I gave chief keef my number in new york this summer

I told him, "I could get you free", I'm on my nat turner

Back burner, cookin' up a fat burger

While we shuck and jive to a song about a crack murder

Know we need a change but we threw it on the stage

Got some money and a soul and neither one of us saved

Slaves, get free

Freedom, it isn't free

But I still believe, I still believe in our freedom

So my mind can see

Please let me be free, please let me be free

Freedom

Freedom, freedom, freedom