Freedom

(专辑： Church Clothes 3 - 2016)

[Lecrae:]
They out here prostituting 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
Enslaving the soul of all of these babies
And freedom got a price nobody paying
Making money, American dream ain't it, nah!
It's a nightmare, don't fight fair for white here
Benjamin Franklins, killing we hate for him
Write a song justifying the lies we take for him, hold up
They ain't with me, I'm willing to wait for 'em
Lil' me sat up on the porch, thinking 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 paying for it, I'm indebted to this thing
Heard a prophet say the profit, don't focus on making 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

[N'Dambi:]
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

[Lecrae:]
I'm out here chasing this freedom
They out here chopping my feet off
And if they catch me I'm Toby, but I ain't 'bout to believe it
King Kunta, king of cooning, or Kenan & Kel
Rather rot in a jail cell than be up in hell, well
Well done, is you cooking or is you hearing your Father say, "Well done"?
Is He looking at all your honors?
Modestly I'll be honest, I'm hanging 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, cooking 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

[N'Dambi:]
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