Hoy, Mighty Woman, I say don't let them put u down, ( no no no no no no) I got a friend he's a musician, Singing songs of freedom here, Him says he's
hospitality If you went to the White House by mistake You got the freedom of choice You got to hold on and speak with your voice You got the freedom
amazing grace And we would sing right out loud, the things we could not say We thought we could change this world with words like "love" and "freedom
die Why do I live (beads, flowers) Why do I die (freedom, happiness) Tell my why (beads, flowers) Tell me where (freedom, happiness) Tell my why (beads, flowers) Tell me why (freedom
near by future Wen I wana nuva ride Gt da whole country shoutin NANA NI Jus bcz u gt 1 tune on da scrn, Y u goin round west wiff Shades on ure face n
taught me about freedom Peace and all the great things That we take advantage of Once I fed the homeless I'll never forget The look upon their faces
am i sweating or are these tears on my face should i be hungry, i can't remember the last time that i ate call someone i need a friend to talk me down
warrior 'cause he's a warrior Yes, he's a warrior He fights for peace and freedom 'cause he's a warrior Yes, he's a warrior He fights for peace and freedom
start to live, Cannot end my life Keep on crying Close my eyes Time breathes I can hear All love and sadness melt in my heart Dry my tears Wipe my bloody face
check the time Mystic magic is more than a rhyme I bring a little taste of the unearthed bass Problem with the truth? Then bring it to my face I'm outraged
Christ, that's the only thing I know, I really can't breath right, I'm strangled by animosity from by own people, lately it's hard to be nice, my face
[20 seconds of instrumental to open] [Z-Ro] Who else but me, can see the state of emergency that we face Cause wearin of certain clothin can get a brother
that's why I be mean muggin every son of a bitch that walk or run up I'm paranoid my nigga, I keep one in the chamber Willing to trade my freedom for
me, is your partna's freedom worth some money to you But I know he's in the county jail stressed, fuck stabbing you in your back Cause they smile up in your face
is mine, but I'm locked down, feeling forsaken And my pen is mightier than the sword because my tools have been taken Straight from the streets of Houston Texas yes my freedom
