Текст песни




Yo
I am a student of El Hajj
A stooge to the nail lodge
Inside of the crucifix they use to rebel God
God help us all, we brawl over semantics
Dotted with graveyards that stretch across the Atlantic
The panic button has malfunctioned, they hammered it
Dismantle critical thinking, we pose for camera clicks
More divided than ever, more we tied to a lever
We sever heads and spleens through social guillotines
Cancer culture like Bram Stoker's novel
A witch hunt in which dunce can make you grovel
Dysfunction is a part of the global model
This runs deep as they mold speech to rob you
But still I'm never silent or compliant
What I call freedom of speech you call defiant
When I fall back on my feet, don't ever try it
This is the law, every other bar is like an ayat
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Speak of freedom
Sing of amber waves of grain
Think of your children
Picking flowers for Daddy's grave
Freedom is an overused cliché
When really they treat us like OJ on the freeway
Am I free to be me or just a replay
Incarcerated inside what he say or she say
Who's holding the key to what's oppressing you?
The wolf slaughter the sheep or what shepherds do
Live off the meat of the lamb or grow vegetables
No freestyles, treat me like a professional
They say the game is to be sold, not told
I say the game is just a part of they control
The doorway to freedom is your heart and your soul
But it don't hurt to back it with some land and some gold
I'm an original man, no dog leash
Free to think, I ain't scared of the thought police
Accept no limitation is a law for me
Liberation is a must, come walk with me
Let's get free
Speak of freedom
Sing of amber waves of grain
Think of your children
Picking flowers for Daddy's grave



Авторы: Ernest Franklin



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