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Lyrical skill measured on an income,
It's about the of wisdom.
Success is on what you had to sacrifice,
It's funny, my mother barely read or write.
After she me life
It took years for me to wake up
Most of my still lack leadership
You can lead sheep to
But you can't make read from it, so
We for freedom, using hip hop as our voice for revolution
But the government Che Guevara's hands in a glass jar
My head in a glass case or locked up behind
You can take my life but you won't touch my
Pull the trigger, do you know what I
God you die twice
When you you receive eternal life

Soul]
You can put me in
but you can't take my
My freedom is a state of my
Put my body in a cage, me free, yeah
You can put me in a
But you can't take my
Cus my is a state of my mind
You can chase me but I'm writing

Look, I am the reincarnation of Steve
Nothing that I is for myself,
is for my people
If I could, I'd all the money shared equal
Reparations, By any means necessary isn't just a
is how I'm living day to day
See I how the angels pray
So I in a similar way
I'm the devil through my pages
It's the only way he what I say
I still carry my slave name I it sacred
Cus it makes me living proof of how my made it
Never reach for famous, I my recognition
Certain man become free when they in prison
deeper than the chains we were given
Deeper than Nostrodomus visions were by the Isms
in the devils system, so
I use my pen to give free wisdom,
I hope you

Soul]

I've been since the day that I was born
I've been writing since the day I was of this cold world
Since the day I felt it dorm with my dwell
Ive out here fighting in the war with my loneself
Breaking barriers or different
Did it by myself no or manager
Unanimous decision, We the truth, can you us?
Had enough of distributing on a baggin up
manning up, for the freedom, time to bat them up
this is for my doing years, aint adding up
got to shed a tear, for those who too
and up the troops
all the people in the battle for the man
people in the industry, keep asking me for stuff
But, how can I happy music when the world sad as fuck
Had enough of living in a world that seemed mad as
Writing for my freedom, no scaly

Soul]

I feel it when I
I feel it when I
The we alive
The that we see
The that we chose
The reason we be
to be free, for everyone, you and me
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