They say freedom has a price
It might cost my life
I’m still searching for my freedom
They say freedom has a price (Oh Oh)
It might cost my life
I’m still searching for my freedom (Bis)
Living in the ghetto in a rat race
Gotta keep myself outta trouble
Me na deal with no court case
Meditation in the ghetto street
Police walk them beat
Them want disrupt me fucking freedom
Wooow, I’m talking ‘bout my freedom (Yeah yeah)
Live in East New York streets of Brooklyn Wooow
Yeah that’s my freedom
The ghetto youth them wild out them they pull the nine out
Man a stack chips just to pull a pile out
They life a high life, yeah
I feel I’m rich when I dare look inside them eye sight
Wooow I’m talking ‘bout my freedom Wooow
I see Woe Woe Woe
I trying to find my freedom Yeah
CHORUS
Looking in my tunnel of life
Such a troubled life
I’m still trying to find my freedom
Oooh I’m trying to find my freedom Yeah Yeah
Flick a wicked style wild yes got skitsophenia
And me love to gwan and pos off in the camera
I guess I’m cursed with vanities disease
Just sit back in the mind and let the rhyme bleed
I know you want it
I know you can
Hey what we came to do is make you understand
I know you want it
I know you can
Hey what we came to do is make you understand
CHORUS
I breathe, Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire Fire
Fire Fire blazing turn up the fire
CHORUS
They say freedom has a price
It might change my life
I’m still searching for my freedom
They say freedom has a price
I still search for the answers yo because I need them
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