Lyrics Free at Last - The Perceptionists, Syne

Free at Last

Til we are free
At Last
At Last
At Last
Free
At Last
At Last
At Last
I’m writing to you from a bomb shelter
I’m talking to you from my calm center
It’s that feeling when you’re fuckin' with the wrong venture
But you’re in too deep to walk
Every day you fear a bullet make your heart stop
Talk not of woes and foes that come to get ya
The music is the only thing to help relieve the pressure
So you lose yourself in it
Til life is infinite
Til you’re immortalized
Legacy fortified
Beyond making the cake
You tell them name you with the greats
They mention B.I.G.
& Pac
They’ve gotta say your name a lot
So go ahead and hit em with that all time rhyme
Make people rewind
To hear it more times
(Is dude nice?)
Yeah, he’s certified
He’s live
Comp will not survive
Yes, you gonna thrive
Flip your style til' you’re getting Grammy nominated
Damn it feels good when you can tell your mom you made it
Til we are free
At Last
At Last
At Last
Free
At Last
At Last
At Last
In my neighborhood, poverty is still the majority
The streets are patrolled by unfamiliar authority
This…
Prison industrial complex
Sets the pathway for us to go from being students to convicts
So we hang in clusters, many become hustlers
We trust nobody and nobody can trust us
Typecast as criminals that’s menacing
So we still get followed around the store even when we’re innocent
Devastated by the usual underplanning
The segregated lack mutual understanding
Afraid of what they don’t know, blind to the prospects
That they don’t have to be confined to the projects
Open up your mind to the logic
Let’s expand — the reward is how far your squad gets
Hard living when you feel like a target
So the revolution starts to spark the whole market