Said we're free to live and love again
Tell your momma, your sister, brother, friend
This can be sold, just find it in your soul
Come get your free, come get your freedom
Everything that I do I stay true to me
Wanna see what it's like to be truly free
From the pain and the strife that come with
Chasing what you see in magazines and on the TV
I knew this kid named Mike, he used to slang white
Not for the fame, where he live shit just ain't right
Snitches throwing salt in the game, Mike
So police and drug dealers all in the same light
Now he all like, "Is this what God's handing me?"
Take it and run son, you feeding your family
Flash the heat and you speak with profanity
Shit is so crazy, he pleading insanity
Paying the cops, Mike breaking 'em off
Then his connect die and that make him a boss
He seeing the world and meeting new girls
He's buying them clothes and taking them off
Now he got ma dukes and a fly crib
Took a step back like, "take a look at what I did"
Only rocking fly shit, like some sort
Of fetal Corleone, Tony Montana hybrid
Philanthropical, hot tropical, beach property
Making more than lawyers or doctors do
Donating libraries and hospitals
He got the dough, nothing in his reach is impossible
He getting old, now he at a crossroads
Trying to find a reason for his tortured soul
Trying to slay these demons that be screaming in his ear
Was the work his weight in gold
All that he wanted was to take it home
But in his old age, time made it known
That when the paper chase is on
You can easily become a slave to what you own
Now we're making change, still it hasn't changed
Now my wrist is bling, I'm still suffering
Yep, I feel your pain
When you gotta move out your own ends
Or get killed by another gang
Since the day I'm born, this is all I know
Been through chasing phones, singing sticks and stone
But in sticks I'm grown, made me find a home
Never turn a ho, so believe it son
I ain't judging, I'm telling you real is real
Never had a dad so I know how you feel
But what matters most is you choose your road
Yapping you're the one so I know you're grown
You ain't on your own, billions standing with you
It's a pretty picture in the words that's scripture
Misses, listen mister, set your own rules
Cause you're free to choose
So much is going on in the world, why you waiting around?
Yeah, I'm waiting around, someone to give you a hand
You can take it
