Another Damn Unreleased (07/28/25)

[Verse 1]

Was a kid when my uncle died

’Round clips, felt the struggle and nines

Surround sound shots, I saw the blood

Fallin’ off my uncle’s head, and

I wanna escape but my legs can’t go

And hell, I saw his head pop, and I know

His path was already packed long ago

Felt me bad ’cause dad said his freedom can’t come

’Cause God didn’t bless his soul, seen blood, it’s done

My momma used to say, “Everything is good

Till ya ways use you just to put you down, ain’t new”

 

[Verse 2]

When I was 27, I saw Heaven as my reverend

Pen marks where dark can’t mark, by better days

I used to think pain was a chain that forever closed our ways

Now I think pain is a door we need together, it’s okay

I don’t wanna be disconnected, I grow

And now you feel me in yo’ selections, I know

Lord know me and I know Lord, maybe I sin

Everybody just sins, but I believe you did

The effort that opened ya heart so you could see

Can’t afford their kids, that’s part of it

It’s all just ’cause we can’t rest in peace

And it’s a piece of God’s blessing in it

Ain’t my voice, I sing to all the boys

Who couldn’t make it, R.I.P.

 

[Verse 3]

The two verses ain’t true

But I know people can feel ’em like you do

I’m a writer who flows from the lighter just to grow

Feelin’ ’em, fighters whose smiles don’t overreact

What is freedom? For me it’s the light that covers paths

See bombs over ya head, call ’em just another bag

Of cash and crack that cracks ya reality till eternity

To free our minds, we need less brag and more diversity

I wonder when the evil surrounds us?

One for the better days, two for the sounds of

Freedom, it never runs away, you the only blessed

’Cause three different ways to see our times exist

Four rooms for our type lives, fame is just casual

Five plus five sentences to blame irrationals

Six natural things changed and formed the Earth

Seven seas to God, Heaven, together see the birth

Of a lovely land, eight truths, four-eight, nine fruits of the Spirit

Genesis, the end and the eye, its roots off limits

Generic tension in ya intention to get attention

Esoteric, it’s ya potential to bring and make connections

To God, then we can say we really flee and free

I’m no one to make you change, but I can make ya see

Me and you both know we need some

And it’s freedom