Be Free

And I might be here, but it's really not me

It's something going on and nobody don't see

All these niggas going on, wishing all upon me

I've been dreaming all along, I just wanna be free, yeah!

I've been dreaming all along, I just wanna be free, yeah!

I've been dreaming all along, I just wanna be!

And they call her, little light skin, pretty figure nice bling,

Raised by her mother, ridiculed by her white friends

Attached ... to get a night in

Fucking for acceptance, shide a view through her life's lens

Repelling for attention, clouder the outer shell

Had to sour smell of religion

..rather tell of... auction enough for attributes

Cut her hair shorter, distorted glimpse, what that would do?

And her family had a...

Neglected expected to follow soon, till she packed and moved.

Passive aggressive attitude, singer slash actress

So attractive, you have to drool

And if that confuses... in the setting

Top floor and the private party, spinning liquor on the bed.

Letting her thought go, telling me a self story

Like what these people do if I flew from the twelfth store?

And I might be here, but it's really not me

It's something going on and nobody don't see

All these niggas going on, wishing all upon me

I've been dreaming all along, I just wanna be free, yeah!

I've been dreaming all along, I just wanna be free, yeah!

I've been dreaming all along, I just wanna be!

And told her that life is what you're making

Be careful for you taking

She said pretty looks became her security blanket

The game could be a trip, sometimes can stumble and trip

These other bitches you trip, you're busting tables that this bank...

And you're on that big bank tower bank shit

People aiming to shoot when it's probably easy to bank it

Pain sits in the face, it's plain anguish

Try to talk about a job, but to hurt, that's a foreign language

Penny for her thoughts, quarters if you're out of range

Feeling not attached, but you're out of luck if you're out of change

Kinda of strange the conversation we had

She said it all sparked from a conversation with dad.

And I might be here, but it's really not me

It's something going on and nobody don't see

And you're struggling with your past, pretending you couldn't grasp

Emotional conflicts... what we had!

And I know I'm not perfect, I just wanna stay friends

And every man you had since then, you blame them

And can't change men, she's telling herself stories

Sucking this pack room, the view from the twelfth store.