Freedom

They say freedom has a price

It might cost my life

I’m still searching for my freedom

They say freedom has a price (Oh Oh)

It might cost my life

I’m still searching for my freedom (Bis)

Living in the ghetto in a rat race

Gotta keep myself outta trouble

Me na deal with no court case

Meditation in the ghetto street

Police walk them beat

Them want disrupt me fucking freedom

Wooow, I’m talking ‘bout my freedom (Yeah yeah)

Live in East New York streets of Brooklyn Wooow

Yeah that’s my freedom

The ghetto youth them wild out them they pull the nine out

Man a stack chips just to pull a pile out

They life a high life, yeah

I feel I’m rich when I dare look inside them eye sight

Wooow I’m talking ‘bout my freedom Wooow

I see Woe Woe Woe

I trying to find my freedom Yeah

CHORUS

Looking in my tunnel of life

Such a troubled life

I’m still trying to find my freedom

Oooh I’m trying to find my freedom Yeah Yeah

Flick a wicked style wild yes got skitsophenia

And me love to gwan and pos off in the camera

I guess I’m cursed with vanities disease

Just sit back in the mind and let the rhyme bleed

I know you want it

I know you can

Hey what we came to do is make you understand

I know you want it

I know you can

Hey what we came to do is make you understand

CHORUS

I breathe, Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire

Fire Fire blazing turn up the fire

CHORUS

They say freedom has a price

It might change my life

I’m still searching for my freedom

They say freedom has a price

I still search for the answers yo because I need them