Freedom

[Intro: Mataya]
Who do we pray to now?
Who do we pray to now?
Who do we pray to now?
Who do we pray to now?
Who do we pray to now?
Who do we pray to now?
Who do we pray to now?
Who do we pray to now?

[Verse 1: Omar Musa]
Come take a ride with a brother, follow me, follow me
Down the steps of my heart, follow me, follow me
Let us guide one another, we'll never be apart
And until we hit the peak we could be each other's keepers
In ports and the blocks and the beaches
See the flocks of the lost and speechless
See the minarets built from the need to be loved
I will show you all my secrets
There are marksmen and markets, bodies in the casket
Sinning in soul there are pastures
Bet that hidden in the folds of linen made of gold
There is shimmering coal there is darkness
Been penning my name in the wet cement
Been selling my name to the wretched men
Been telling enemies they're my best of friends
I've been tryna figure out what I represent
Me!

[Hook: Mataya]
Freedom!
What you really want from me?
What you really willing to take?
Freedom!
What you really want from me?
What you really want from me?

[Verse 2: Omar Musa]
All I want is freedom I was chained to the bottle
Took a joyride and I pushed full throttle
Let me welcome you to my world
The caps, the cabs, the poetry and fly girls
There is something I should mention
The poems in my heart felt something like a sentence
Caged in blood-stained bars of detention
But far beneath my pain was something like redemption
Ugh, I saw lake full of ink
Carried off flying on a Sphinx
Wear a cumulus storm cloud as a mink coat
Chain lightening in my QBN links
Dined outta satellite dishes
Every lyric was a product of a vision and a trance
I was living with an ancestors wish
“Dance with the spirit till the very last kiss.”
The last minute, my time to kill it
Turn on a pivot and I shoot like Lillard
When the shot clocks down to one
I raise up and I shoot the sun—pap!

[Hook: Mataya]
Freedom!
What you really want from me?
What you really willing to take?
Freedom!
What you really want from me?
What you really want from me?

[Outro: Mataya]
Who do we pray to now?
Who do we pray to now?
Who do we pray to now?
Who do we pray to now?
Who do we pray to now?
Who do we pray to now?