Freedom

[Intro]
Freedom

[Hook: Darryl Irby] (x3)
Freedom ain’t what you
Die for. No freedom
Fight wars, we live our
Lives for (“Freedom!”)

[Verse 1: Donte]
Yo, the cost of
Freedom is trife, you gotta pay it with your life
Live and let live, some die to pay the price
Enjoy it while you got it. A seed’s been plotted
Get spotted by that Beast without your piece in your wallet
I'm indigenous, they still wanna shackle my ligaments
Like fugitive immigrants, intuitive ignorance
The New World's imminent, all women and men in it
Ain't no need to look around, motherfuckers, we spinning it
Beginning the end in it, the tеnants done been it in
Straight from the Beast, but his lеash was limited (Go to Hell)
We been in it. Can’t you tell we sin in it?
Bail like a senatate and shall repent in it
Replenish, diminish it, started to finish it
Salvation is imminent, ain't none of us innocent
We’re robbers and killers that rob us and are kill us
Thieves are stealers and deceiving healers
We receive revealers, smoke weed with millers
Other brothers pop pillers from government dealers
Oppressed with chains that molest the brain
The soul ancestors pray through the stress and pain
We possessed with vain and obsessed with fame
Through success and gain and finessing game
We address the blame when we test the flame
Resurrect the slain and confess their name
It's inscripted in Stone Age glyphics that predicted
Freedom was restricted with Triple-Sixes
First, freedom was gave, then freedom was waves
And the truth would free them all if they knew they was slaves

[Hook: Darryl Irby] (x2)
Freedom ain’t what you
Die for. No freedom
Fight wars, we live our
Lives for (“Freedom!”)

[Verse 2: Nardo]
They ain’t
Knocking on your door, they’re kicking them shits in
If you didn’t know by now, the war never ends
Dipped in sin, foes and friends get blood to blend
Those with glass chins get swallowed like shots of gin
The plots thickens, sicker than Salem’s lot
High-risers, barb wire, project burial plots
Living in desperate times, bringing malicious crimes
I’m dealing with you suckers, dropping quarters and dimes

[Verse 3: Main Flow]
Some wise
Out for one prize, watch the sunrise
Hunks, spies, and gun guys that used to run pie
Dump eyes, run cries through the numb skies
Bums try and crumbs lie to get the skunks high
Either elevated, jailed, or celebrated
Quarter-century-style, some fellas never made it
Well-investigated, spots getting hella raided
Got my infantry foul, I had to delegate it
(Freedom) On some rook shit. See how them books fit?
When the hit goes down, no time to look sick
Hooks thick, ain't no telling how them crooks get
You ain’t free right now, still gotta cook bricks

[Hook: Darryl Irby] (x3)
Freedom ain’t what you
Die for. No freedom
Fight wars, we live our
Lives for (“Freedom!”)