paroles de chanson Freedom - Snowgoons feat. Sicknature, Snak the Ripper & Block McCloud

Freedom!
This is my only escape but I make.
And I know ya′ll can relate.
This is my only way out of this maze.
And all of these problems are fakes.
This is my fate my blood from my [?]
And it's the only thing I can believe in
Cauze music is all I have to give to
Live and this is a passion of freedom

Before the Snowgoons squad was build.
Before better luck was revealed.
Before getting props in the field from my productions with Bill.
Before I tore off with some promotors, performances and posters.
Before I torn with La Coka.
Before the various travels.
Before my work with passionate Pharaohs.
I only had frustrations that I didn′t manage to channel.
A Rasko, who look for ways to escape from the lunacy.
With great opportunity, but impatiently usually.
Too young and troubled, an obvious menace.
I invited problems so I had to fuck off [?]
Society's expectations left more room for insanity.
Life was never meant with [?] of rap [?]
Then my brother bumped the table run DMC.
My thoughts regained speed, my tongue became free.
Bought a propaganda [?] record and instantly wrote a rap.
Felt it would take a whole nation, a millions to hold me back

Freedom!
This is my only escape but I make.
And I know ya'll can relate.
This is my only way out of this maze.
And all of these problems are fakes.
This is my fate my blood from my [?]
And it′s the only thing I can believe in
Cauze music is all I have to give to
Live and this is a passion of freedom

I used to put my headphones on and image a life.
Better than the one that I had cause I was having a fight.
Constantly within the darkness trying to stand in the light.
But all that shit just disappeared when I got handed the mic.
I used to sit in my room and play my guitar.
Making mixtapes on cassette who knew I′d make it this far.
Listening to everything from Nas to slay[?].
I was like every other kid but now they say I'm a star.
I used to run around in town painting my name.
Looking for some recognition in the taste of the fame.
Just a poor kid another face in the rain.
They gave me shelter from the pain that runs through my veins
I used to second guess the work that I would create.
Feel like the world is on my shoulders and I carry the weight.
And now I do it for the fans cause they say they were late.
Music is my therapy this is my way to escape.

Freedom!
This is my only escape but I make.
And I know ya′ll can relate.
This is my only way out of this maze.
And all of these problems are fakes.
This is my fate my blood from my [?]
And it's the only thing I can believe in
Cauze music is all I have to give to
Live and this is a passion of freedom