Fes Taylor - Be Free Lyrics
f/ Mr. Prezident[Fes Taylor]I could give you my pain, I could give you my joyI'm Santa Claus givin' toys to my little boyLittle things like that be my only way to escapeBehind gates, feelin' like I'm trappedIn the place I was dealin', I was strappedWhen I lay, face to the ceilin' and knealin' on the cracksIn the concrete, try and make a million off of rapWay back, I was lookin' for a sack like SevIn the hood on the corner smokin' weed all dayTalked with fiend out for $10 and he don't payIll how we went from Impalas to CLKsI blow a couple of dollars at MIAFeel good to get away, when you livin' in dramaFrom the wars on the street to beef with ya baby mamaI had to seperate so I had to put a commaIn a sentence, like Osama waitin' in the trenches[Chorus: sample (Fes Taylor)]Got drama, still wanna...(Be free and live my life for meFeel pain when I write to beatsLive my life on the streetsUp nights to get a bite to eat)[Mr. Prezident]I think about them days, breakin' Dave, pullin' straight nightsAlways go to straight white tryin' get my cake rightRip through worse than that, baby need new shoesDid what I had to do, how could you be mad at dude?Shorty had an attitude, I could see her heart acheNow I'm jammed up between a rock and a hard placeI was just a young buck, grindin', tryin' to come upLife was like a dice game, I would press my dumb luckFlirtin' with death, I was carryin' the heatI was in love with her but I was married to the streetsShe tried to tell me slow up, I would scream "For what?"She replied "Grow up, if not for you, for us"Now I think about our life togetherEven though I like good cheddar, I like her betterDon't tell her cuz I guaranteed she wouldn't get thisI'm married to the game and the streets is my mistress[Chorus][Fes Taylor]Yo, strugglin' to take it, bubblin' in placesWhen my homies caught a couple of casesAin't growin' up, I had to tustle with racistsAfter school fightin', I was scuffin' my A6My life like a movie and it's only on take sixMy moms always told me "Son, it is what you make itPeople try to tell you you ain't shitCuz they don't wanna see you do better than they did, it's hatred"Yo, look at the way that they raised kidsIt's like the next generation, headed right for a grave, kidPenitentiary remind you what a slave isWhole mentality'll change around when you caged inWomen is judged by dimes and quartersThat's why I'm scared to have me a daughterIt's like we sayin' that they worth way less than a dollarLike "Hey ma" and expect 'em to hollaI'm just bein' real...[Chorus][various chatter to fade]
