Paroles:
Bread Mother Freedom

'bout Freedom gotta win it Gotta put yourself smack dab in it Hey tomorrow Now don't you go away 'Cause freedom Just might come your way Freedom keep

head Five kids and I fed them all with board, bread and spread Them was my muthafuckaz Treated them like sistaz and brothaz But somehow fell out of place Fuckin with they punk ass mother

pinned beneath a vacant hip " Monsieur, si vous voulez, ca sera un honneur pour nous Si vous venez avec moi a la maison pour manger avec ma femme " When I was 17 my mother

't be framed Come and take my hand everybody can Mothers hide your babies Teach your children what the good book says Righteous Never forsaken Or their seed begging bread

only guilty of their innocence Freedom is just business as usual Ugly, the ignorant are looking beautiful Help me because I wanna warn the citizens Every one's only guilty of their innocence Freedom

I fed em all, with moldy bread and spreads Them was my motherfuckers, treated em like sisters and brothers But somehow I fell out of place, fucking with they punk ass mother

done Mother, father do you know Why one man's belly overflows Another sleeps in hunger's bed Oh, we trade our world for a piece of bread Oh Mother,

bread and 7-Up cake I'm so happy mama, you learned how to text It tears me up inside when I don't visit Cache Creek Casino, On Mother's Day I put you

sweep I could work hard all my life and in the end still suffer Cause the world is controlled by you lazy motherfuckers [Chorus] Lazy motherfucker, lazy mother-fucker You's a lazy motherfucker, lazy mother