Like a deer in the headlights, I stood frozen in my tracks And the weight of the news, It nearly broke my back It was late September, and I remember
cry, but tell em? If I don?t survive ??? Chorus I was Born Free! I was borrrrrrn free I was born free, Born Free. Free, like a river raging Strong,
swallow me up And every hotel suite, they wanna follow me up But I ain't gon' put my dick in for free, nah ma You want the kid then you gotta pay this
: [Mr. Mixx] Ghetto Style Dee-Jays! Don't touch that stereo! Ghetto Bass [Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] What's up, party people, we're back again Bringin'
gettin money, that when shit get ridiculous I'm hittin switches like six fo's, bouncin and leanin The west coast seemin, keep the fo' fo' demon And the rock
lubrication, Lifestyle protection Picking up my stereo's remote control quickly Ron G's in the cassette deck, rockin the shit, G I try to stay mellow, rock
Can drink about 15 Heinekins I'm not born again but if I was I'd ask to come back with a little more love Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a four-oh Kid Rock
saying everybody You get fucked up and i'll rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock the party Rock
I'm free to do what I wanna Free yeah I think I'm gonna Free to do what I was born to do He was just a kid working the grave yard shift his whole world
mo', and let the BROther manifest Now the second verse has been born I'm Black Thought and I pass the popcorn On to Kid Crumb I pass the popcorn Pass
they lead you to get shot The choice is yours, you gettin' older now You got a kid comin', how you gonna hold it down? It's one thing to be iced out and rocked
play This is dedicated to Ruddy Ray From all the homeboys around the way So def it won't get an F Jay receives an A for his essay Spins til you're dizzy Born
he told 'em I'm gonna kill you all now. Here we go we're the sons and daughters of today. We're the failures America has born and raised. We got nothing
This is no act or mirage, never rocked a corsage Spanned the globe on roam, nobody God See everybody's a thug, everybody sold drugs Everybody rocked
position, part of my condition Is to long live the tradition of the stick n move Get ya tools ready for construction We prepare to build or destroy somethin Brooklyn born
all across the 7 seas. Low G and that Wizard of OZ At the ranch where my weed plants grow free. December 9, a child was born with no heart. Since a kid