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[El
Lyrical skill isn't on an income,
about 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 lack
You can lead to knowledge
But you can't make them read it, so
We write for freedom, using hip hop as our for revolution
But the government keeps Che hands in a glass jar
My head in a glass case or locked up bars
You can my life but you won't touch my freedom
Pull the trigger, do you know I become?
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 me but I'm writing free

Look, I am the of Steve Biko
Nothing I write is for myself,
This is for my
If I could, I'd make all the money shared
Reparations, By any means necessary isn't just a
is how I'm living day to day
See I studied how the pray
So I deliver in a way
I'm battling the through my pages
It's the only way he hears I say
I still carry my name I hold it sacred
Cus it me living proof of how my people made it
Never reach for famous, I deserve my
Certain man become free when they stuck in
It's deeper than the we were given
than Nostrodomus visions were polluted by the Isms
Paralyzed in the system, so
I always use my pen to free wisdom,
I hope you

[Renee

I've fighting since the day that I was born
been writing since the day I was warned of this cold world
Since the day I felt it with my soul dwell
Ive out here fighting in the war with my loneself
barriers or different calibers
Did it by myself no label or
Unanimous decision, We the truth, can you us?
Had of distributing food on a baggin up
manning up, writing for the freedom, to bat them up
this is for my brothers doing years, aint up
got to shed a tear, for who lost too
and up the troops
all the people in the battle for the man
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 world that mad as fuck
Writing for my freedom, no scaly

[Renee

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