Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, this one's for the people All the B's that'll bleed and they sleep and they eat Shit, breathe the thought we all equal Ain't a man
alone Without a blanket on to keep him from the dew When the water from the weeds had soaked the papers He'd been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' though
morning around 4 a.m. With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep But thoughts
s only a dead bird and its soul has gone to the sky Don't you know he's free Freedom for you and me I'm talking about freedom, freedom Freedom for you
yeah Ice cold waters runnin' in my brain They drag me back to work again Pains and blisters on my minds and my hands From living daily with those canvas bags Thoughts of freedom
say it blew my mind The Apollo Theater on a 125th street, the place was closed, it was pouring rain, I had a feeling I'd go there again, The taxi driver thought
for? Absolutely nothing, listen to me War, it ain't nothin' but a heartbreaker War, friend only to the undertaker Oh war, is an enemy to all mankind The thought
is Thief, brethren can we candidly speak? Woe to the men, trusted in the chariots dem' Leaning on horses, they run their intellectual sources Counterfeit wisdom creating the illusion of freedom
're a thought You will want me To think you And I do Invited a guest Up until You announced You had moved in "what do you plan to do With all your freedom
some kind of warnin' to protect me? Freedom of choice needs a stronger, stronger voice You can stamp out the source, but you can't stop creative thoughts
some kind of warning to protect me? Freedom of choice needs a stronger, stronger voice You can stamp out the source, but you can't stop creative thoughts
a ride with me And if you ridin' with me, sit back recline in yo' seat 'Cause in the world where I'm from the sun always shine And even though a nigga
I?m about to hit some spots with my guys from outta town And there you go making those mean old eyes Feel like I?m in prison sometimes Like my freedom
the threshold of the isle of hope and tears, was Annie Moore from Ireland, who was only 15 years Chorus isle of hope, isle of tears, isle of freedom
her blood drew She say the bible prayer is the only thing that get her through Why my grandma deserve this, God what did she do? Though just 'cause
, he was the age of fifty-three He spoke about the government and the thought of being free What good does us reason if we fail to see? What good does us freedom
I just touched down Ferrari to concrete I ain't even home and they're talking about me Fuck out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom, nigger Free don't
[Lloyd Banks] I just touched down, Ferrari to concrete I ain't even home and they 're talking about me fuck out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom nigger