Lyrics:
that I gave
Everything I had to my dreams
I'm happy and free and proud and
Confident i'm not crazy i'm free
Free from being held back by public opinion
would amount to nothin'
That I had talent for nothin'
Said I would succumb to violence
Or be silenced by a gunman
I could just hear the folks now, "He
Chopping beats with a machete
Got the weed and now I'm ready
To accomplish everything on my own son
Free my conscience many hours by my lone some
Getting
See this is what would happen if scooter met Martin Luther
We take them activist and we teach them how to be shooters
Teach em some independence
my man, tonight
From the bed to the kitchen
To the livin? room and couch
We done blessed every room
In this New York penthouse
Miami estate house by
not a mystery it's history and here's how it go
Now Hariett Tubman, was born a slave
She was a tiny black woman, when she was raised
She was livin'
Listen while you read!
Songwriters: Jimmy Cliff
They tell me of a pie up in the sky
Waiting for me when I die
The day that you're born to when
team gotta eat too so I set a plate
If a rapper really wanna die tell'em set a date
Hammer with the beam let it ring like ya wedding day
King like Martin
don't Know who her mans is
Ain't shit free you know that I'm taxing
Steady running it up with elastics
Okay, k let's go
Pockets full with them dead souls
got to shake ‘em before it's to late yau
Songtexte
Evil greedy thoughts ruling over mankind
Still dem asking god oh why
Songtext Answer man a born with
me down by the river
Let all the towns people see
Their enemy's dead, let me lay, lay my head
Just put me down and set me free
I wasn't born
chasing us like Pac Man
Use to run the bases now my homie is the pac man
I said homie but that was really our brothers
Had to show love
Cause we felt like
phone, phone, phone, phone, phone)
[Verse 1 - Chamillionaire - imitating Pimp C]
Uh, got a chip in my phone, I stay talkin free
If it ain't 'bout money
15 year old Trayvon Martin was fatally shot and killed by George Zimmerman
Martin was walking back to his father's fiance's house from a convenience
and me
Born to set us free
Hey, Jesus (Jesus Christ is born) whoa, Jesus
People came form near and far (Jesus Christ is born)
To see this great man
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Songwriters: Jimmy Cliff
They tell me of a pie up in the sky
Waiting for me when I die
The day that you're born to when
seems I might
When I learned to burn I was set free
Born of fire now I have my wings
What I wonder, time distills
The dreams that you create for me I kill
This is where the young folks are born
And the old people die
We're just tryin' to get by
Tell 'em meet me at the crossroads
This is the good
Jimmy's not a high concept guy
But he's front page news, let me tell you why
He's on the cover of the New York Post
All three networks, coast
the house that he build with his bare hands
My younger brother Jimmy is playing outside
With his cap gun he tries to shoot planes from the sky
In his chair by
I said America the beautiful
Land of free, home of brave
Everyone is born and raised to think like a dead man
When you alive you the lowest
From a boy to a man to a martyr its the yard father
Party starter who can hit the bar harder
I order bacardi with dark lager
To chase that mess
long pants
She was sharing conversation with a man who sold ball point pens and pencils
And the train stopped once in Clifton
Where my aunt bought me
like dizzy
So I move around like gypsy
Pitch me you must be silly
Road tape up by a few of my killy
Bro's in a what, fisting man up
hashtag drunk,
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