(Verse 1)
I was told to grab freedom by the reins, and hold on for my dear life, but I was captured by the ball and the chain, untamed for many days contained in a cage, like a beast under pressure and pain, rage grew passed the measuring gauge. Every day I was demoralized, I wondered why people looked at me through medusa’s eyes, leaving me…petrified, terrified, with a shivering spine, shackled, confined with nowhere to fly, placed in a cage ‘cause I spoke with a rhyme, a different tongue, a different tune from what the others sung, a man of different hue, colored brown, with a different sound and view. Because of my differences, I was caged, and wasn’t listened to. I couldn’t take anymore. My voice was dying to poured. So I ripped the floor, and tore apart the door, let myself free. With the strength from my core, freedom is what I fight for.(
I have the freedom to speak and the freedom to write, the freedom to express and provide mind’s insight. Freedom is ours. Freedom is yours and freedom is mine. Freedom is the power and I hold inside.
I ask you to hold freedom by the reins. And if a fight remains, then fight for change, fight for life, fight for days. Don’t be contained, enslaved, be as free as the flame that sets the stage ablaze, flow freely like the blood in your veins. If you ever have something to say, then state your claims, speak and convey, don’t leave yourself detained or chained. Let your voice by the blade that levels any terrain. Speak and grow with the torrent of the rivers flows, deliver the blows, shine bright and let your freedom show, speak with strength that never falls or folds. March and hold up you’re your defense; break down the walls of
2 comments:
siiiiiick i really like cuzzo
shit's bumpin'. i like your flow a lot. jockin' it.
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