Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Freedom , by - Lecrae. Song from the album Church Clothes 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 14.01.2016
Record label: Reach
Song language: English
Freedom |
| Whoo |
| Yeah, man |
| They out here prostitutin' kiddos |
| Fill they pockets with dinero |
| Pedophiles, pitiful |
| Sell a child to centerfold |
| Take they innocence, put in on the internet |
| Purities tainted, dignities shaken |
| Enslavin' the soul of all of these babies |
| And freedom got a price nobody payin' |
| Makin' money, American dream ain’t it, nah! |
| It’s a nightmare, don’t fight fair for white here |
| Benjamin Franklins, killin' we hate for him |
| Write a song justifyin' the lies we take for him, hold up |
| They ain’t with me, I’m willin' to wait for 'em |
| Lil' me sat up on the porch, thinkin' dolla bills |
| Stomach filled from another meal that my momma killed still |
| I can’t keep still |
| I’d probably steal to keep a couple of Nike checks on the back of my heels |
| Grandma back on them pills |
| I need a stack of them bills |
| They say we slaves to the money |
| I guess we back on the field |
| I’ma go pursue my happiness, they told me it was free |
| But I’m still payin' for it, I’m indebted to this thing |
| Heard a prophet say the profit, don’t focus on makin' change |
| Just focus on tryna be it and maybe you’ll make a gain |
| Maybe you’ll free the slaves, maybe you’ll bring a change |
| The destinations are different but everyone’s on the train |
| Freedom isn’t free |
| But I still, I still believe in my freedom |
| So my mind can see |
| Please let me be free, please let me |
| Freedom |
| I’m out here chasin' this freedom |
| They out here choppin' my feet off |
| And if they catch me I’m Toby, but I ain’t 'bout to believe it |
| King Kunta, or king of coonin', or Kenan & Kel |
| Rather rot in a jail cell than be up in hell, well |
| Well done, is you cookin' or is you hearin' your Father say, «Well done»? |
| Is He lookin' at all your honors? |
| Modestly I’ll be honest, I’m hangin' onto that promise |
| 'Cause honestly I ain’t really been everything that I oughta |
| Oughta be on my Harriet, bury me next to Honest Abe |
| Here lies another man murdered for tryna free the slaves |
| I gave Chief Keef my number in New York this summer |
| I told him, «I could get you free», I’m on my Nat Turner |
| Back burner, cookin' up a fat burger |
| While we shuck and jive to a song about a crack murder |
| Know we need a change but we threw it on the stage |
| Got some money and a soul and neither one of us saved |
| Slaves, get free |
| Freedom, it isn’t free |
| But I still, I still believe in our freedom |
| So my mind can see |
| Please let me be free, please let me be free |
| Freedom |
| Freedom, freedom, freedom |