Don't fall on my faith, oh Don't fall on my fate It's too loud Don't fall on my face Can't hear it coming down the hallway stairs from the parking lot Freeze my crown all up in it You know, everybody's been tellin' me what they think about me for the

These songs of freedom Redemption songs 'Cause all I ever had Old pirates, yes, they rob I Minutes after they took I From the bottomless pit How long shall they kill our prophets While we stand aside and look? Some say it's just a part of it

Oh, free me From this shame I’ve been running from I’m lost and I am calling you From this pain I’ve been running from I’m tired and I’m free falling Oh, peace may come I hope it won’t take long I’m in here all along

And do you think you deserve your freedom There's no justice in the world Throw it all away Lets lose ourselves Cause there's no one left for us to blame Its a shame we're all dying How could you send us all far away from home When you know damn well

It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free It ain't easy I take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side Two

The man oppressed will seem to do the worst But with all he possesses self preservation comes first His damnation comes not from burning free As destruction of the poor is their poverty, is their poverty While oppression is the poor man's choice Ah, but

Take these chains from my heart and set me free You've grown cold and no longer care for me All my faith in you is gone but the heartaches linger on Take these chains from my heart and set me free Take these tears from my eyes and let me see Just a spark

Out of the dark Into the light Leaving my mark Free from the traitors gate The river shows no mercy The tower looms into my view I sense my execution's closing With darkness all around me The axe is ground to end my days

Voices from underground, whispers of freedom Warsaw city at war 1944 help that never came Calling Warsaw city at war Rise up and hear the call History calling to you, 'Warszawo, walcz!' Women, men and children fight They were dying side by side And the

And I don't think on why I'm here where it hurts I'm just lucky to have the work But I thank God for the work When I get home from work Sunday morning I'm too tired to go to church I'll call up all my friends And we'll go bust up something beautiful