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letra de freedom - greenfield

(intro)
yo
alright, this is a message
for anyone who gets it
let’s go

(verse 1)
took advantage of the hammock and i passed out
wore down my heirlooms and my past frowns
grow my hair out, yeah, push it to the background
ya flow so stiff so i get another cast out
stitches aren’t sufficient to patch your sh-t up
i trash the system, in my comic strip club
a garden of thought and art
givin’ flavor with humor, guess i got a green thumb
you can hone all of your sk!lls but you’ll only ever see one
grow into a tree, but you put your soul in the soil
boy knows that his lover is older than the leaves that he steps on
they crack under pressure
but they live forevеr, been with them for better
or for worsе, hurts to think about the future so he doesn’t
just hopes that he reaches what he covets
playin’ hide and seek with his rap beloved

(hook)
we crave power and control, but we live for the taste of (freedom!)
franzen understood that you can’t eat and also have the cake of (freedom!)
people die en masse for the freedom, and we wonder why they live for the (freedom!)
cuz freedom isn’t ours to have, but for the world to take
(verse 2)
the loneliness, that this generation must face
cuz we’re forced to conform to a rat race
it’s not enough to wait and have faith
i feel trapped by the need to get to first place
around us, hopeless optimists are a dime a dozen
but in reality, we’re all cryin’ out for somethin’
temptin’ to throw your hands and say ‘f-ck it’
sysyphean in its task, two tears in a bucket
like the mountain from adventure time
you can only solve a problem by correcting lies
connectin’ dots
you can only desert if you finesse the ops
you can only beat the numbers if you best the odds
mediocrity is at best a stop sign
you can pause for a moment, then you clock nine
on the speedometer, hot on the thermometer
problem is you were spotted and you got fined
cattle ranchers wanna corral me like rhinestone blood counts
but my nose is to the grindstone like a blood hound
sniff out a poser like i’m shooting for playboy
finger on the trigger, voice cl!cks and i make noise
it’s a soulful tune, an intercoastal brew
singin’ rounds of unity, look at how those vocals move
if you’ve met me you know i’m a bit of a cynic
but rap is for the people and i won’t forget it
no i won’t forget it, fingers crossed, yeah i hope for medics
in case i lose my wisdom to a local dentist
my love for writing is codependent
i breathe life into the pages and i show repentance
(break)
the injustice that we are currently witnessing
is merely a symptom of a global pandemic
what is happening to america is well-deserved
and i fully support
the revolution

- greenfield

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