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[El
Lyrical skill measured on an income,
It's the amount 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 brothers still leadership
You can sheep to knowledge
But you make them read from it, so
We write for freedom, hip hop as our voice 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 take my life but you won't touch my
Pull the trigger, do you know what I
Without God you die
you believe you receive eternal life

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

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

Soul]

I've been fighting since the day that I was
I've been writing since the day I was warned of this cold
Since the day I it dorm with my soul dwell
Ive been out here fighting in the war with my
barriers or different calibers
Did it by no label or manager
decision, We the truth, can you handle us?
Had of distributing food on a baggin up
manning up, writing for the freedom, time to bat 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 for the man above
people in the industry, keep asking me for happy
But, how can I happy music when the world sad as fuck
Had enough of living in a that seemed mad as fuck
for my freedom, no scaly tucks

[Renee

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