Am I sweating Or are these tears on my face? Should I be hungry? I can't remember the last time that I ate Call someone, I need a friend to talk me down
Park the children were playing Behind the bars the tiger walked Smiling young faces of many colours Many young tongues were being talked The garbage lying in the streets of the Village, Smiling face
In New York freedom looks like Too many choices In New York I found a friend To drown out the other voices Voices on the cell phone Voices from home
to step out on faith I gotta show my face It's been elusive for so long Freedom is mine today Gotta step out on faith It's time to show my face Procrastination
He was my brother Five years older than I He was my brother Twenty-three years old the day he died Freedom writer They cursed my brother to his face
old Prepare themselves for sleep and feeding The shadow of the capitol dome slides across his face And his heart is racing with the urge to freedom The
think you'd meet hospitality If you went to the White House by mistake You got the freedom of choice You got to hold on and speak with your voice You got the freedom
Feel the flavor, freedom fag Get up early, do your chores Chase the murder with the rancid pores The thyroids with friendly blade The haunted beast with faces
to meet with you And late at night I keep dreaming of you We're making love on the sofa that belongs to you We fly higher than kites when we're face to face
now I can see So now I can run, I follow the son and ride on to Zion And dance this last song of freedom But only time will tell, if it's truly for real
saying shit, jeopardizing the whole thang Niggaz run out of freedom, niggaz start to sang (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Laughing in your face, chuckle
to lose her faith My brother back in prison, second time he gone away My daddy still smoking that shit I can see it in his face My lil' cousin sixteen
dream away In the wind of change The wind of change Blows straight into the face of time Like a storm wind that will ring the freedom bell For peace
bless your Soul. Oooh. (Assata) Freedom! You askin me about freedom. Askin me about freedom? I'll be honest with you. I know a whole more about what freedom
There's a white prism with phony jism Spread across it's face And the soulful convicts forever interred Lose the smile across their faces The smile that
will you just lay there bleeding? When the time has come return to the kingdom Close my eyes and be screaming freedom Freedom, freedom Freedom, freedom Freedom, freedom Freedom
the blame Dyed in the wool and dead of mind You took your stand, left sense behind You stake it all on a sense of place And lose your head to save your face