Oh freedom Oh freedom Oh freedom over me And before I'll be a slave I'll be buried in my grave And go home to my Lord and be free Please be patient this'll take a few minutes Annotate my thoughts pick apart each sentence Every letter hand selected for the right image This my off season still ain't lost nay scrimmage Young black kid but he's speaking old english Told her touch her toes that was just a slang remix Dropped her to her knees leaving no room for Jesus Tell her pay for it cus she love it want it need it Told me read the book but my mind had told me leave it Be a little more specific if you want me to retrieve it Cus I'm on the right path self destruction and deleted You mean there's another way cus on TV I ain't see it If you think I don't feel and you think I don't believe There's a higher power than me then your mental is conceited So good luck trying to convert me for what I already live for Like Jehovahs Witness know I'm busting down your front door This is my gospel know I am my own apostle You can't censor nay word cus the flows from intercostal Cus my heart is leaking youth from my lungs it comes truth Only way you gonna stop me gotta snipe me in this booth Ain't another place to find me I'll be here like church on Sunday Green parka on 990s on a runway I don't need you hand you can keep your bible mon frere At this pace you'll end your life damn maybe one day Green Parka on 990s on this one way In the light of God might be burning as I sunbathe Wash away this sin cus I'm born anew on Monday Didn't learn my lesson fell asleep in church on Sunday Green Parka on 990s on this one way In the light of God might be burning as I sunbathe Wash away this sin cus I'm born anew on Monday Didn't learn my lesson fell asleep in church on Sunday Please be patient this'll take a few minutes Annotate my thoughts pick apart each sentence Every letter hand selected for the right image This my off season still ain't lost nay scrimmage Young black kid but he's speaking old english Tell her touch her toes that was just a slang remix Dropped her to her knees leaving no room for Jesus Tell her pay for it pay for it pay for it pay for it Holy water splashes bombs parade the masses This is how we start wars learned it in my classes This is how we spread praise organs in the church play This is how I show love find me on the front page Ink from a black pen bullets for the black men Walking if your skin fair tell me how this shits fair This ain't nothing new tell me why do we just sit stair 'Stead we rather focus on what has got for skin care Revolution scared of us the revelations said to trust In the one above tell me why he ain't preparin us Fiending for his praise but you told me it's a sin to lust Fiending for his praise but you told me it's a sin to lust Words from a book can't compare to silver bullets If the bible was a gun then you quick to trigger pullin Well I guess that the analogy they both'll put you close to God Only question is death or life are you prepared it's hard Tell what you'll carry when you walking down your street A bible or a rifle or a bottle for the grief You pouring one out saying rest in peace to such and such Hit the liquor store the next day to pour another up Only time we step in church is when we go to funerals Nowadays you gotta keep a weapon at the viewings too Even life that's sin free overhead they viewing you I wanna live for you but tell me what the hell I'm supposed to do Tell me what the hell I'm supposed to do If I can't see you tell me how are you approachable Who do I believe so many people seem to know the truth Guess my last question when I die am I approaching you