Texty:
Freedom Of Thought

It's been a long long time I should've seen it coming miles away It's been a long long time Things have finally fallen into place I'll never forget

relevant if you found out the money wasn't rich, nope So me being the goat shouldn't mean more to me Than see it to a king though From a bad ass kid

When I get older, I will be stronger They'll call me freedom just like a wavin' flag Born from a throne, older than Rome But violent prone, poor people

with this one accordingly Got the locations, sittin' in the console pacin' Get bagged murder be the case and, and I'm tired in jail Even though through the riots I prevailed Enjoyin' my freedom

Met a man on the street last night Said his name was Jesus Met a man on the street last night Thought he was crazy till I watched him heal a blind man

glidin', limousine ridin' Writin' hits, filthy rich straight up nigga That's right, I'm a nigga Now I'ma write this song though the radio won't play it But I got freedom

love let me taste it, come here let me taste it (three) Times of the essence baby don't you waste it I'll tell you what I'm thinking, you'll listen to my thoughts

The pressure's on Is there lack of concentration? Power defy our needs Lift us up, show us now Show us how amid the rack of confusion Drive in thoughts

forgotten, Coloured in pastures of chance dancing leaves cast spells of challenge, Amused but real in thought, we fled from the sea whole. Dawn of thought