I wanna be as free as the spirits
I'm talkin' Malcolm, Col trane,
Through death grew conception,
new breath and resurrection
For moms, new steps in a direction,
Told her, "Inside is where
And everything a nigga do may not
Chicago nights stay, stay on the mind
Wavin' signs of the times
Shorties blunted- eyed an
Bush pushing lies, killers immortalized
Waiting for the Lord to rise
I look into my daughter's eyes
And realize I'ma learn through her
The Messiah might even return through her
I gotta change the world through her
Where drunk nights get remembered
we were never told to run
Explored the world to re turn
or too far in front of me
The present is a gift, and I just wanna be (be,
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