Free

Gather my thoughts start rappin' with force
About the street life obstacle course that all my brothers they walk
I’ve suffered and fought, a ghetto war child I was born
I’m lookin' at the world funny like my eyes are deformed
A soldier fightin' Babylon cos it’s my vibes that they scorn
Refuse to have my mind warped by all their violence and porn
All the youth don’t stand to smile with no child in the corn
I’m fightin' for my rights in life until I’m tired and worn
Rain over Lucifr’s hell fire like a violnt Thai storm
Fuck the forks, hoofs and horns I’m in his side like a thorn
Do my works like that needle shit a junkie performs
No one can hold me back like Shaq when he’s dunkin' on form
Cos every day I wake up, realise that something is wrong
So I read prayer like a nun, smokin' blunts in the bong
Stay constantly strung, spit righteous conscious masterous songs
I write verses tougher than Teflon, drop them like bombs
Speak with a confident tongue, stand my ground and never run
Blessed with a good set of lungs, I’m speakin' heavenly son
Got no respect for the gun, seen as protection for some
But misdirection’s a reflection of the deaths that have come
Another corpse in the morgue without no breath in his lungs
Another victim of the system from the streets and the slums
A dangerous place to walk and you don’t need a reason for run
With crazed junkies violent dealers, thug gangsters with guns
On the US shores, I was taught self expression
Creativity, freedom, my biggest lesson
I got something nobody got, you should invest in
The hood’s infested with crooks and peasants
Crack pipes, needles, single mothers pregnant
Ghetto youths with big weapons, a bit depressin' to Skit the legend
Say at 6 or 7 I couldn’t get my head off of green
Sometimes I hold a iron so I can let off steam
My motivation an inspiration for the whole nation
I’m a fearless ghetto yout with no patience
Broke waitin' it feels like I’m forever dough chasin'
While folks hatin', but the thugs love my quotations
I get so hot my fumes will choke Satan
My game there’s no shame in, my chest I hold pain in
Never show my weak spot I know foes gamin
I’m rugged at my shows blatent
When I’m goin', my skills I’m donatin' to build schools for lyrical flow
training
Fuck workin' somewhere low payin' I stay home alone prayin'
For the rest of my days I’m microphone slayin', I ain’t playin',
I’m microphone slayin'
Yo
We’re fightin' for freedom from all the street’s demons
Supplyin' the serum that be sedatin' satan’s semen
The black radical with the static ready for war
The latter day Robin Hood that’s robbin' the rich for the poor
Invadin' your record store just with this pure education
People call me The Crane when I’m elevatin' the nation
I’m blessed with the dedication the patience of a saint
I ain’t makin' mistakes or fakin to be this person I ain’t
Makin' you faint with my testimonial bars
The shit I’m spittin' be makin you lose control of your cars
As bright as a star, shinin' down on misleadin' people
Shearin' all of the sheeple that be conceited and evil
The devil’s descendants’ll be beggin' for their repentance
When Jehovah’s in their faces to serve em their final sentence
There’s girls at the age of twelve on their second abortion
And crack and smack are sellin' at epidemic proportions
So I’m walkin' with caution upon the battle ground
And hopin' I won’t be makin' them mutilated cattle sounds
I’ll rattle your town like the biggest of speakers
Spreadin' my word from Costa Rica to Dominica
I be the freedom seeker that’s seekin' emancipation
Searchin' for an escape from this crazy decayin' nation
Displayin' creations of art, just peerin' into your heart to see if you’re just
a person playin' the part