On day we’ll be free at last But one day we’ll be free at last Spread your wings and fly away Freedom come my way (Yeah) Long rifle and hand grenade The system make people ‘fraid Sufferation from Africa to India

All the peace and joy in your mind Everything about you resonates happiness Now I won't settle for less I want the peace and joy in your mind Give me the peace and joy in your mind Everything about you is how I'd want to be Your freedom comes naturally

Caught a few cases, I been on the road but overall a nigga still free I done been robbed I know how it feel, a nigga gon' have to come kill me I been through it all, I came this far how a nigga not gon' feel me I give all my problems to God Let him

Do you like to boogie-woogie' Where's the party' I want to free my soul Where's the party' I want to lose control Dance with my, dance with my Music makes the people come together, yeah Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel Control, control, control,

I need to feel that radio activity Want you to be the heartbeat inside of me? Yeah, I need to feel that radio activity Come with me, this is the sound of the young and free Come with me, you'll break the law if you come with me This is the sound of the

Right here with me The time has come for you to fly Now that you're free You will always live in me As I lie in this moment Frozen since that day I've been drowning in questions Over and over again Your legacy lives on

I need your love I need your time When everything's wrong You make it right I feel so high I come alive I need to be free with you tonight Watch my eyes are filled with fear Tell me do you feel the same

So come along, it wont be long 'Til we return happy Shut your eyes, there are no lies In this world we call sleep Tomorrow we'll be free Let's not fight I'm tired can't we just sleep tonight Don't turn away it's just there's nothing left here to say Turn

The new vaga, bond Come to be free come to be free Come to be free Come to be free Come to come to come to come to come to come to Come to be free

And they say She's in the class A team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries The worst things in life come free to us And go mad for a couple grams