Toys Aren’t Appreciated Until You’ve Lost Them (Album Version)

[Verse 1]
Lord free me
I'm tryna escape climbin' to my fate
But I see lions at the gate
Tin mans at they last straws lying at the gate
Tryna meet grace
No longer am I tryna be a great
I've been trapped in this hollow cell
This hollow shell is only a carcass
Tryna shed the human soul that's inside
And I would hollow out
If i'm holding this pride
Feel the force where there's focus inside
That's prayer, meditation
Or an elevator
I bet it made em stay up later
Caged em in his own guilt
Fetal position cradled
Trapped in the lands of Babel
And they would tell you
An odd ball story about my label
Will I ever be free if i'm chasing the world
Would i ever be me if i'm making this for
When it was sent from him and he alone
I guess that's why he got me here bleeding on this song
Knowing he ain't forsaken me
Brought me so far along
For me to be just average
God ain't make no loaner
No heathen stressing for a job or a diploma
Reciting these scriptures with the crowds on the corner

[Hook]
(Will i ever be free once again)
Knowing he ain't forsaken me
Brought me so far along
For me to be just average
God ain't make no loaner
(Will I ever be free once again)
Heathen stressing for a job or a diploma
Reciting these scriptures with the crowds on the corner
Will I ever be free if i'm chasing the world
Would i ever be me if i'm making this for
When it was sent from him and he alone
I guess that's why he got me here bleeding on this song

[Verse 2]
Lord free me
My heart is in a race
Between the devil and his corporation
Set in place
Can't take no stands in front of a corporate race
Can't pick no stance for me to demonstrate
My black life ain't matter
When they left me in the cold
Where it was imitate or innovate
I picked the latter and built a ladder
So many niggas look like a demonstration
Seeing our ancestors for one time
Like an Animus simulation
Simply tasting
The life of discipleship
Writing rhymes like it's the hieroglyphs
These higher up schemes
I'm tryna be higher than them
Was once a fiend-
But like Paul became the writer in em
Everyday praying to the sire in em
Oh yes lawd
This is what I invest more
And more of my time climbing
Yo steps for
This is what I invest for
I bet more
And i shouldn't be gambling
But i bet my bottom dollar
The God above me change the man in me
And it ain't gone change the steps
God planned for me
Can't say I won't ever slip
But God got me so it's heaven sent
Meditate on yo words like it's medicine

[Verse 3: Lance Markeith, Adlib Lance]
They be like "What you doing Yung 1? Why you stopping? You better free lance!")

They couldn't tell em every thought was a prison
Trapped with his heart he was trapped in his feeling
Trapped with his art, he adapted to killing
A natural killer
Born with an immaculate figure
You talking bout bodies
I'm talking bout how I actually figured
How to body these rappers and killers
Actors and strippers
Funny in the renaissance
That shit made you broke
Now they actually richer
The middle class work for the scraps and the litter
They claiming squads and ain't actually with em
They claiming God's and don't actually feel em
Think from yo heart and don't rap for these niggas
That's what Tony said
And I actually feel em
Talking through me right now
So lemme wrap up this picture
Alotta people wanna be black cause the swagga just fit em
Alotta peple wanna be white just to have a position
I pray to God every day
That I have all these scriptures
I used to ask for forgiveness
But it fell so much better just to have yo permission
Mad I ain't get enough time
With the angels that you had here with us
Make cherish all the time
I have to live with you
Until you FREELANCE!