paroles de chanson Freedom - N'Dambi , Lecrae
They
out
here
prostitutin'
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
Enslavin'
the
soul
of
all
of
these
babies
And
freedom
got
a
price
nobody
payin'
Makin'
money,
American
dream
ain't
it,
nah!
It's
a
nightmare,
don't
fight
fair
for
white
here
Benjamin
Franklins,
killin'
we
hate
for
him
Write
a
song
justifyin'
the
lies
we
take
for
him,
hold
up
They
ain't
with
me,
I'm
willin'
to
wait
for
'em
Lil'
me
sat
up
on
the
porch,
thinkin'
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
payin'
for
it,
I'm
indebted
to
this
thing
Heard
a
prophet
say
the
profit,
don't
focus
on
makin'
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
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
I'm
out
here
chasin'
this
freedom
They
out
here
choppin'
my
feet
off
And
if
they
catch
me
I'm
Toby,
but
I
ain't
'bout
to
believe
it
King
Kunta,
king
of
coonin',
or
Kenan
& Kel
Rather
rot
in
a
jail
cell
than
be
up
in
hell,
well
Well
done,
is
you
cookin'
or
is
you
hearin'
your
Father
say,
"Well
done"?
Is
He
lookin'
at
all
your
honors?
Modestly
I'll
be
honest,
I'm
hangin'
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,
cookin'
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
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
1 Freedom
2 Gangland
3 Deja Vu
4 Sidelines
5 Cruising
6 It Is What It Is
7 Can't Do You
8 Forever
9 Misconceptions 3
10 I Wouldn't Know
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