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letra de freedom - lloyd luther

[verse 1]

this story’s never been told and i
grew on bikes in estates never wanted to be road or ride
this western land confuses runs on this soul of mine
we’ve seen god and the devil, we’ve been both those sides
is it bossin’ your block?
is it financial freedom?
conquering inner demons?
leaving your job? what is your freedom?
put ourselves in a prison to realise it’s prison
she said that she ain’t respected theres so many isms!
my man dem hit walls in this gta cataclysm
is that the reason the dog barks so much on the estate?
many rivers cross i wanna know where we row now
in awe of the ore rounds, going crazy looks like freedom now
times more than money don’t need freedom when i’m dead
running for happiness but every step is closer to death
i’m thinking…
[chorus]

we don’t know anyting
we’re just finding our way and it’s menacing
you see we got told everyting a everyting
by a human who’s the same, what do they know?
i keep praying like jah tell me everyting
no one’s ever called back they just let it ring
so sometimes i wonder, is there anything?
but i feel it inside so i have hope
so let’s be real my g for what it’s worth
i don’t know this galaxy or why we’re here on earth
i know it’s wrong if somebody makes somebody hurt
somedays it’s better, and some days it’s worse

[verse 2]

aeroplane mode on my phone
every second i’m watching time
hard to be mindful by street lights
tryna work out life ever since i knew we could die
incense calone spiritual convos with my bros
but all we’ve knowns riddims and roads (uh!)
deleted social media cause’ i was down-loads
but what you’ve done don’t die if another person can grow
sometimes i think, what if lloyd luther carried the ruger?
blast your raasclaat like apollo and send you lunar
but regardless of those hallelujahs
my soul don’t want no one to ball or pass that’s messi not a shooter
for that i might suffer, but won’t be buried a loser
the measures are beautiful getting closer to know the ruler
brexit got us james mcavoy destroying our juniors
this ain’t left or right, road or conscious, this is the future
we had gangster dreams, shouting anarchy at police
delete an mc, overwriters eternally
street won’t set us free referendum we had to leave
documentaries my head rested upon a queen
mc not to preach but deep story’s on streets
don’t lie to me, your wifi i see through your energy
learned from convos on corners with torn up mitre’s a box and screen
and school but classes on debt, could of set the working class free
efficient i know they fear me, my production are eerie
lyricism and vocals are coming from soul not siri
rastaman call me rasta but i’m bold like blacker letters
jamaican, british descendant in leicester city i’m weary
cah’ one push from the road could be hooked like a netflix series
that’s why i cut the smoke my mother can’t be afeni
can’t judge how you express this letter is sent sincerely
lloyd luther got a purpose past graves where close ones are teary!
so many nights in the whippin’
-n-lysing life with a spliff lit
tryna compromise in this sinning
learnt that early in morrison lines just beginning
getting followed by feds like “your hype ’cause your bl!ck” but
we still rose from those cold broken nights to eclipse it
goons on degrees or pen seen all sides of this living (yeah)
two 9 to 5’s but angels said “time to begin this”
at birth the umbilical tried my life but i’m living!
[outro]

so this is for dj’s who never played me for the culture, but knew i was sick
this is for my mum who struggle daily now to finally see her son win
this is for the queens who tried to shade me only to find out my light doesn’t dim
this is for fake friends who try to play me only to find out they played with a king
for the working class struggling to break free for hard times that made us love this abyss
for the forgotten kids who didn’t wanna spray greeze and couldn’t be themselves so died in the mix
for anyone who believed when i was ug before i ever believed it within
i pray everyone finds freedom on god i believe in this
whoever you think god is even if you nothing exists…

- lloyd luther

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