Freedom is not free I wanna know why Officer Darren Wilson didn't go to jail For killing our brother Micheal Brown, I wanted to know why I wanted to know why Goerge Zimmerman didn't go To jail for killing Tray von, I wanted to know why And the reason is because America is at war the black man You do not go to jail for carrying out your responsibilities to your state That's why no police will ever go to jail for killing a black man Because war has been declared on the black man It's the black man who simply won't accept it Look, the art of war, is a meaning behind a message You don't need a gun or a sword if you treat your mind as the weapon Our colours is hidden, there's secrets teachers hide in they lessons History books was full of people with white complexions Reach the heights your destined, nigga, we define our essence, uh Took my rap money, made a team from our investments Get my family out the hood, the only reason why I'm stressin' Small city but niggas carry heat the size of precious Look, I speak on shit you other rap niggas nervous to say The purchase I pay, more than most niggas earn at my age My purpose was made, from my birth, was determined for grade The land of the free, unless your black you served in a cage For my niggas behind the wall tryna learn or betray You get free and they make it hard just to earn up a wage You either return to the cage or get murdered in graves That's the power, how racist judges could turn us to slaves We celebrate one hundred and fifty years of freedom, did ya'll know that? Since 2015, one hundred fifty years, what do we got, black folks? Where's our airplanes? What do we got? Where's our supermarkets? What do we got? Where's our schools? What do we got? Where's our banks? What do we got? A hundred and fifty years of freedom, whatever Yo, compared to the wise 'cause went to war with just my ears and eyes The greatest victories come to those who prepare when it's time Inspired by mum and seeing mommy with tears in her eyes Smokin' cigarettes while she playin' out Mary J. Blidge Racist cops shoot at our kings, they even got a noose if you free One shot could turn your blood to a pool when you bleed Poison our mind, even poison the food that we eat Choke us out in broad day 'til we can't move or can't breathe I'm the female Mansa Musa to the niggas Generational wealth without playin' a due for my niggas I'm the palm reader, look how I hand of future the niggas Was music to my ears so i hand a flute to my niggas All praise is due to the highest as God protect me I'd give you food for thought but my diet was Dr. Sebi Kings killing kings won't get to be led, let it be violent What's worse than being physically dead is mentally dying America has the highest incarceration rate on the planet And most men, black men in jail Are in jail for non-violent, drug-related offences In other words, he was sellin' crack and heroin on the street Because he couldn't find a decent job Through which he could earn enough to take care of his family So who is responsible when the black male is miseducated Economically castrated, comes out of jail Cannot find any opportunity to set his life for right? Can't get welfare, can't get healthcare Can't get public housing, can't get student loans So he breaks the law again and goes back We look at him, how about the system? Freedom is not free

I'm burning but it feels like ice Sometimes it feels like ice In this frozen desert I live my life When everyday is a fight Burning, but it feels like ice Sometimes it feels like ice In this frozen desert, I live my life I'm burning, I'm burning I'm burning, I'm burning But it feels like ice, in this frozen desert I live my life, when everyday is a fight I'm burning, I'm burning I'm burning, I'm burning But it feels like ice, in this frozen desert I live my life, when everyday is a fight Help me out, show me the way Too much time carrying this weight If this a game, I don't wanna play You gotta show some love or let me get away Help me out, show me the way Too much time carrying this weight If this a game, I don't wanna play You gotta show some love or let me get away I find myself in a desert of ice and flames And I wonder, what is my blame? Could you help me to leave this place? Oh I find myself in a desert of ice and flames And I wonder, what is my blame? Could you help me to leave this place? Oh I'm burning, I'm burning I'm burning, I'm burning But it feels like ice, in this frozen desert I live my life, when everyday is a fight I'm burning, I'm burning I'm burning, I'm burning But it feels like ice, in this frozen desert I live my life, when everyday is a fight When everyday is a fight When ever-, when ever-, when everyday is a fight When everyday is a fight What did I do to feel this blues? Every little thing for you is taboo And I'm not like that, you're always mad If this is nightmare, I wanna wake up What did I do to feel this blues? Every little thing for you is taboo And I'm not like that, you're always mad If this is nightmare, I wanna wake up I find myself in a desert of ice and flames And I wonder, what is my blame? Could you help me to leave this place? Oh I find myself in a desert of ice and flames And I wonder, what is my blame? Could you help me to leave this place? Oh I'm burning, I'm burning I'm burning, I'm burning But it feels like ice, in this frozen desert I live my life, when everyday is a fight I'm burning, I'm burning I'm burning, I'm burning But it feels like ice, in this frozen desert I live my life, when everyday is a fight When everyday is a fight When ever-, when ever-, when everyday is a fight When everyday is a fight When ever-, when ever-, when everyday is a fight When everyday is a fight Everyday is a fight

Sounding in mono, broken kimonos Playing the bingo, shaking the roots Dancing the mambo, fighting like Rambo Playing the bongo, digital shoots Digital shoots Digital shoots There's the Mouse hunters chasing the rats That's Dodosound under his hat Call me Iseo, I'm the big cat This is my music, solid as a rock There's the Mouse hunters chasing the rats That's Dodosound under his hat Call me Iseo, I'm the big cat This is my music, I think it's fat Nobody move, don't turn around No nobody move, don't turn around We came to burn the place down Nobody move, don't turn around We came to burn the place Nobody move, don't turn around We came to burn the place down Nobody move, don't turn around We came to burn the place Sounding in mono, broken kimonos Playing the bingo, shaking the roots Dancing the mambo, fighting like Rambo Playing the bongo, digital shoots Sounding in mono, broken kimonos Playing the bingo, shaking the roots Dancing the mambo, fighting like Rambo Playing the bongo, digital shoots Digital shoots Digital shoots There's the Mouse hunters chasing the rats That's Dodosound under his hat Call me Iseo, I'm the big cat This is my music, solid as a rock There's the Mouse hunters chasing the rats That's Dodosound under his hat Call me Iseo, I'm the big cat This is my music, I think it's fat Nobody move, don't turn around No, no nobody move, don't turn around We came to burn the place down Nobody move, don't turn around We came to burn the place Nobody move, don't turn around We came to burn the place down Nobody move, don't turn around We came to burn the place Sounding in mono, broken kimonos Playing the bingo, shaking the roots Dancing the mambo, fighting like Rambo Playing the bongo, digital shoots Sounding in mono, broken kimonos Playing the bingo, shaking the roots Dancing the mambo, fighting like Rambo Playing the bongo, digital shoots Digital shoots Digital shoots Digital shoots Digital shoots Digital shoots

Flower of the desert, they say But where I'm running from, they take our flowers away They take our hands in the name of their faith I was born a woman, that's a price I've got to pay Running through the desert, I left Escaping from a life full of badness and pain My hand is mine, that's all I wanna say Nobody come and take my desires away And now, I wanna let you know This flower is free and nobody can tell me how to feel Tell me when to kneel, tell me how to be This flower is free Somebody treat me like a child Who is this man taking my hand? I wanna play, I wanna fly Somebody treat me like a child Somebody treat me like a child Who is this man taking my hand? I wanna play, I wanna fly Somebody treat me like a child Flower of the desert, they say But where I'm running from, they take our flowers away They take our hands in the name of their faith I was born a woman, that's a price I've got to pay Running through the desert, I left Escaping from a life full of badness and pain My hand is mine, that's all I wanna say Nobody come and take my desires away And now, I wanna let you know This flower is free and nobody can tell me how to feel Tell me when to kneel, tell me how to be This flower is free Somebody treat me like a child Who is this man taking my hand? I wanna play, I wanna fly Somebody treat me like a child Somebody treat me like a child Who is this man taking my hand? I wanna play, I wanna fly Somebody treat me like a child Somebody treat me like a child