Would you, would you, give your They'll never thank me for opening doors But they ain't even thank Jesus when he died on the cross Cause your spirit is ungrateful Bitches is so hateful, I remain a staple My career's been the pinkprint When I retire, tell

They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (I'm locked up) They won't let me out no, they won't let me out, (I'm locked up) They won't let me out no, they won't let me out I'm steady tryna find a motive, Why do what I do?, Freedom ain't gettin' no

Can't stop what's going on Why am I born Will I fail to rise again Another crucifixion for Another holy war The only one I will bring back Freedom to your heart

Want no more shedding of blood For dis nation to move forward (Freedom) free Africa (Ethiopia) Africans with African pride (Somalia) Fighting to attain our rights What make we can't all unite Put each man difference aside Why can't we just come together

Battlefields a thousand miles away There with every bite Finally we're coming home Watching the horizon Everybody's coming home for summer What a feeling, taste the freedom We started in October Drowned our sins in cold November rain Thoughts all through

But you'll think of me Take your memories I don't need 'em And take your cap and leave my sweater In fact I'll feel a whole lot better 'Cause we have nothing left to weather Take your records, take your freedom Take your space and take your reasons So

Let freedom ring with a shotgun blast Blind man ask me forgiveness I won't deny myself Disrespect you have given Your suffering's my wealth I feed off pain, force fed to love it And now I swallow whole I'll never live in the past Burn my fist to the

You just didn't know me I'm the hunter If travel is searching And home what's been found I'm not stopping I'm goin' hunting I'll bring back the goods But I don't know when I thought, I could organize freedom

It's not just a train It's saying goodbye, saying hello To where we have been, where we might go It's not just a train, it's freedom to me Freedom to me I can strum a little, I can hold a chord This ain't the gospel and I ain't the lord I'm no holy

Freedom or jail, clip's inserted, a baby's being born Same time a man is murdered, the beginning and end As far as rap go, it's only natural I explain My plateau, and also, what defines my name First it was Nasty, but times have changed Ask me now, I'm