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Lyrical skill measured on an income,
about the amount of wisdom.
Success is on what you had to sacrifice,
It's funny, my mother could read or write.
After she me life
It took seventeen years for me to up
Most of my brothers still lack
You can lead to knowledge
But you can't make them from it, so
We write for freedom, using hip hop as our for revolution
But the keeps Che Guevara's hands in a glass jar
My head in a case or locked up behind bars
You can my life but you won't touch my freedom
the trigger, do you know what I become?
Without God you die
When you believe you receive life

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

Look, I am the reincarnation of Biko
Nothing that I is for myself,
This is for my
If I could, I'd make all the money shared
Reparations, By any means necessary just a phrase
This is how I'm day to day
See I studied how the angels
So I in a similar way
I'm the devil through my pages
It's the only way he hears I say
I carry my slave name I hold it sacred
Cus it makes me proof of how my people made it
Never for famous, I deserve my recognition
Certain man become free when stuck in prison
deeper than the chains we were given
Deeper than Nostrodomus were polluted by the Isms
in the devils system, so
I always use my pen to free wisdom,
I hope you

[Renee

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

Soul]

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