Freedom
They got my body not my brain
I still got the freedom of thought
Tried to break the chain
But you can’t lead if you lost
Fina tighten up my game
Au my it’s gettin’ crossed
Au my it’s gettin’ dotted
What I’m goin’ through aint permanent it’s a transition
Palms itchin’ like percocets in my body
Feel like my faith grown’
Tell the naysayers stop hatin’ start prayin’ for me
I got a daughter to raise
Still a father from a far ‘cause I still make a way
All the money I sent home got saved and built interest
You a smoker on the street
In jail you a politician
That don’t make you a man
Man listen…
Real men take care of they families and they children
They got my body not my brain
I still got freedom of choice
As long as I can strike a kite or make a call
I still got a voice
So i speak power to truth
Exercise and eat food
This like the fountain of youth
Take the good with the bad
And do what I can with what I have where I am
I am
A kind in confinement
Adapt to the crisis
It’s like my senses was heightened
Could feel your vibe from a distance
Reconstruct before I self-destruct
Remain resilient.
