This is a song about "Freedom"

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

I've always wanted freedom so free i became

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

For a freedom,give him a reason.

He been waiting for his connection to come

At first grace church in new orleans, and freedom,

Music is the freedom

Something wicked this way come

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

At the moment, my freedom is blessed

Taste the bitter in your mouth when freedom did fall

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

And i don't need wings to know freedom/

Catch you up on places i've been

So don't live for no reason live to be happy be happy to live, aim for your freedom

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb