Living Legend (feat. The Game) - Vinny Freeman

Was it bitter then, With our backs against the wall? Were we better men, Than we'd ever been before? Say, if she came again today, Would you still answer to the call? Tell the truth my friend, Don't it matter anymore? We were simple men, By her side when she was born. Talkin' about the dream. It was simple then, Like the freedom when you fall. And we were smaller then you see, But soon we gathered like a storm. They don't understand What that thunder meant at all. Was he crucified, Was he done in by the law? Are you satisfied, That he'll never ride again? Some people say he got away, They say he never died at all. If that story's true, Does it bother you my friend? Was it bitter then, With our backs against the wall? Spoken Say, two thousand years ago. Were we better men, Than we'd ever been before? Spoken Or two hundred years ago. Say, if she came again today, Would you still answer to the call? Or tomorrow. Tell the truth my friend, Don't it matter anymore?

Police, won't you grant me my release? I should be a freeman now at least, I'm no robber I'm no thief. I should be a freeman on the street. A freeman on the street. Hey little darlin you sleep tight. I'm a be a little late tonight. Found myself in a situation, Lost my temper and my patience. It's the simple things that are the wind beneath my wings. I never trouble nobody, I never trouble no one. Police, you mista officer! Won't you grant me my release? I should be a freeman now at least, Whi ya pressure mi for aye? I'm no robber I'm no thief. I should be a freeman on the street. A freeman on the street. Now baby I have some news, They say my bail was refused. But I will see you someday, somehow in someway. It's the simple things that are the wind beneath my wings. I never trouble nobody, I never trouble no one. Police, you mista officer! Won't you grant me my release? I should be a freeman now at least, Whi ya pressure mi for aye? I'm no robber I'm no thief. A freeman on the street. Solitary soldier I'm candid I told ya, It landed me humbled and reprimanded, I man demanded my last phone call, Without much success at all. They say I'm a criminal but the wicked must fall. Freedom gone and we still stand tall. Dem say "freeze!" and we say; "What for? We already have respect for da law" So... Police, you mista officer! Won't you grant me my release? I should be a freeman now at least, Whi ya pressure mi for aye? I'm no robber I'm no thief. I should be a freeman on the street. A freeman on the street.