Born Free

Hello?
Hello, son
Hey ma
Yeah, yeah I hear you mom
What's going?
Oh man, ain't nothing much
I'm in the studio, finishing off this mixtape and stuff
I don't know what to say but um, got some bad news son
What type of bad news, ma?
Born

What about Born?
Jerry, your brother
Yeah I know
I just, I just got a phone call and also I
Just got a message that he passed, he died

What?
Your brother is gone
Jerry is gone
Born is gone from us

Can't help but think about my brother who ain't here
And while I spit this verse I'm bout to drop my final tear
Wish you was here
I wish you was here

Can't shake this feeling I'm alone
Nights I spent at my home
I'm just thinking how could I make it when facing shit on my own?
These grays is thick on my comb
I'm 34, going on 70
Heavenly father, martyr
Dark as the Persian war
Born Free but still they found ways to trap up my soul

I'm built to last but most niggas rather pack up and fold
Stay on track with your goals
My brother's voice in my head again

I swear this shit ain't gon' never end

Couple crazy feelings I'll never pen
Downstate was famous for writing letters I'd never send

Richer teeth when his poems read
Soldier with a troubled soul fighting wars in his own head

How could you feel that it's even fair?
Hit your knees in prayer for my brother no longer breathing air

One day I know I'll be leaving here
No longer breathing in, but I'm living like I don't even care

Can't help but think about my father who ain't here
And while I spit this verse I'm bout to drop my final tear
You never was there
Never was there

Now I ain't one to be complaining
Tired of holding the pain in
My father gave me this life, I despise the day that he came in
I'm in pain so I blame him, but I ain't into crutches
I don't lean on a nigga
I forgot what that trust is
I ain't one to discuss this, MVP brought it out of me
Undoubtedly, the future of rap, my mama is proud of me

You would think I brought in the crowd with me

But I don't deal with the cowardly
Powerfully I'm built for destruction, killing and hustling
I'm out the game but making street money still a discussion
My father used to say, "If you point it, make sure you use it"
I used it, now you see why there's pain in all of my music
I train my thoughts to abuse it, my music
Cause I don't like talking outside the booth with
The useless, them niggas that whisper label me ruthless
The truth is, I cherish my thoughts and hold them exclusive
Confucius, look em up

Can't help but think about my niggas who ain't here
And while I spit this verse I'm bout to drop my final tear
Wish they was here
I wish they was here

Yeah
Rest in peace to my brother Born Free
My other brother, Raekwon Elliot
My little brother Lito
RIP Lil
Born