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

Soul]
You can put me in
but you take my freedom
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 freedom is a state of my
You can chase me but I'm free

Look, I am the of Steve Biko
Nothing I write is for myself,
is for my people
If I could, I'd all the money shared equal
Reparations, By any necessary isn't just a phrase
is how I'm living day to day
See I how the angels pray
So I deliver in a way
I'm battling the through my pages
It's the only way he what 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
It's deeper than the chains we were
Deeper Nostrodomus visions were polluted by the Isms
Paralyzed in the 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 writing since the day I was warned of this cold world
Since the day I felt it dorm with my soul
Ive been out fighting in the war with my loneself
Breaking barriers or calibers
Did it by myself no or manager
decision, We the truth, can you handle us?
Had enough of food on a baggin up
up, writing for the freedom, time to bat them up
this is for my brothers years, aint adding up
got to a tear, for those who lost too
and rally up the
all the people in the battle for the man
people in the industry, keep me for happy stuff
But, how can I make happy when the world sad as fuck
Had enough of living in a world that mad as fuck
Writing for my freedom, no scaly

[Renee

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