brings me shame I have selfishness to blame And I'm singing for freedom I know I'm not the only one praying to the One Who can bring me this freedom
shame, I have selfishness to blame... And I'm singing for freedom, I know I'm not the only one praying to the one, who can bring me this freedom,
to shout, "You're that travelin' salesman That I have heard about." I said, "No! No! No! I'm a doctor and it's true, I'm a clean-cut kid And I been to
Deee} Out the muthafuckin depths in New York, its P You couldn't get close enough to even touch the kid If you did,you wouldn't get far enough to bag
Jammin my fat pat screwed up underground, Comin down in the lime green eighty eight, While them boys on the sideline wanna hate, Bump a kid for fuckin
out of fear not out of greed but you had a good run America your day in the sun America hello British Empire hello Roman Empire hello Soviet there is a new kid
Yo no lies When I was five I arrived in America Made it alive survived the hell of a trip kid I'm telling ya Sellin' the freedom town to put my feet on
niggas do is [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone Run! If you gettin' chased with no shoes on Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops
A G eighth, jail I can't see me in A year's too long it's only shorter you got three in I run with niggas on the run from 25 Y'all only heard me for 18
, knowledge, and self-reliance We started talkin' 'bout Martin and Malcolm Had these ghetto kids goin', huh, what about him? 1989, Professor Griff speaks his mind But his freedom
and says 'You're rhyming over the limit, And heading that way you won't last a day or a night, You need to be down for the long haul kid we call em lifers
to shout "You're that travelin' salesman That I have heard about" I said, "No, no, no I'm a doctor and it's true I'm a clean cut kid And I've been to
You beat jacker, give it up and walk away You make it hard for a kid to love a culture these days [Chorus] [Verse 3:] A lot of rappers run they mouth, but they run
the El-Product summer With a gleam of factory gun metal sheen grey and no vin number Drive, drive, drive Hopped in the hooptie screaming, "Freedom is
my Latino and black people who are struggling to get food, clothes and shelter in the hood are so concerned with that, that philosophising about freedom
of this money will come from God will see me to the day when these words breathe life And manifest the very faith that I continue to write [Chorus:] A young kid
exit I used to be a punk-kid Used to wanna run, with Dudes dat wanna hunt that Turned our ones into hundreds Used to run the blunt to be blunt I wanted
