No Freedom

I said I grew up in the land of the free, I'm a suspect
Grew up in the rough neck, success, and blood shed
Now look at what's left..
So for the dream I'm obsessed
You can fly me to the moon like Frank Sinatra
My gangs and mobsters are gangsta mobsters
That hang ya, rob ya
Bang ya, clob ya
Rang ya, chop ya
I came karma from the aches and horrors
That made me stronger
But even tsunamis couldn't take me under
Tell your girl to pipe down
I'm bout to lay the lumber
How to juggle life lines
How to raise your brother
And save the suffered
To major uproars
Don't cage my lover
My range is butter
Hook shot like I'm Paul George
I got your baby down on all fours
You want war? That costs more
That's encore
I put my sophomore record out when I'm a sophomore