Lecrae, N'Dambi

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They out here prostitutin' kiddos Fill they pockets with dinero Pedophiles, pitiful Sell a child to centerfold Take they innocence, put in on the internet Purities tainted, dignities shaken Enslavin' the soul of all of these babies And freedom got a price nobody payin' Makin' money, American dream ain't it, nah! It's a nightmare, don't fight fair for white here Benjamin Franklins, killin' we hate for him Write a song justifyin' the lies we take for him, hold up They ain't with me, I'm willin' to wait for 'em Lil' me sat up on the porch, thinkin' dolla bills Stomach filled from another meal that my momma killed still I can't keep still I'd probably steal to keep a couple of Nike checks on the back of my heels Grab my back on and pills I need a stack of them bills They say we slaves to the money I guess we back in the field I'ma go pursue my happiness, they told me it was free But I'm still payin' for it, I'm indebted to this thing Heard a prophet say the profit, don't focus on makin' change Just focus on tryna be it and maybe you'll make a gain Maybe you'll free the slaves, maybe you'll bring a change The destinations are different but everyone's on the train Freedom isn't free But I still, I still believe in my freedom So my mind can see Please let me be free, please let me Freedom I'm out here chasin' this freedom They out here choppin' my feet off And if they catch me I'm Toby, but I ain't 'bout to believe it King Kunta, king of coonin', or Kenan & Kel Rather rot in a jail cell than be up in hell, well Well done, is you cookin' or is you hearin' your Father say, "Well done"? Is He lookin' at all your honors? Modestly I'll be honest, I'm hangin' onto that promise Cause honestly I ain't really been everything that I oughta Oughta be on my Harriet, bury me next to Honest Abe Here's lies another man murdered for tryna free the slaves I gave Chief Keef my number in New York this summer I told him, "I could get you free", I'm on my Nat Turner Back burner, cookin' up a fat burger While we shuck and jive to a song about a crack murder Know we need a change but we threw it on the stage Got some money and a soul and neither one of us saved Slaves, get free Freedom, it isn't free But I still believe, I still believe in our freedom So my mind can see Please let me be free, please let me be free Freedom Freedom, freedom, freedom

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