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joe budden - freedom freestyle كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
i can’t really do sh-t cause they got me handcuffed
(it’s okay mommy)
i can’t believe they just did this, i’m f-cking…..
f-ck, ahhh
(it’s okay i’m right here with you)
now, what we’ve been doing is looking at the data, and what we know that police somehow manage to deescalate, disarm and not kill white people every day. so what’s gonna happen is we are gonna have equal and justice in our own country or we will restructure their function and ours.

[verse: joe budden]
let’s take ’em on with the stand and observe the h-ll we live in
no matter how hot the fire, it never melt the system
some could help but didn’t, we fill up the jails and prisons
you don’t believe that’s the business, only yourself you’re kidding
but now they’re killing our people, it’s on television
them cops went home to their people, turn on the television
i tell my son, careful what you learn on television
he fifteen, he don’t know what i mean
don’t know about yet, doubt and suspect
outset to controlled outlets from those who don’t wanna let us out yet
land of the free, the home of the brave, nah
nah, can’t let us be, we’ve grown from slaves
it’s there if you wanna read, i mean it’s all on the page
say it’s police, i just know when it’s race
and that’s thrown in our face
maybe i’m lost, signs are vital to me
sandra bland didn’t come off as suicidal to me
y’all play around, thinking we’re on safe ground
they killed tamir rice and his rights right on that playground
eric was selling cigarettes, i can’t breathe
it was said, the bigger threat, he was a n-gg- i bet
but listen, last year i went to church with my mother fay
we sat behind miss garner and it was mother’s day
she sat strong, inside i cried for her
my eyes took in the water as i was hugging his daughter
philandro castle told them he had a weapon’s permit
was murdered moments after without a complexion permit
that’s blood shed with his daughter in the car
i’m only upset for our sons and daughters tomorrow
question, how many cities we gotta march through?
signs we gotta hold up or [?] tryna provoke us
cause when them knives load up, and landmines blow up
and the crime don’t slow up, they’ll chime in and say they told us
or is it only a crime when done by poor us?
food for thought, my mind don’t run off of cold cuts
raw [?] and [?] was off heaven-sent
but recorded negligence, they’ll just ignore the evidence
they make it seem as if we’re in your way
maybe the government is governed by the nra
that would make a diseased capital in need of capitol
they even legalized weed for the capitol
but be black, sell in the street, they get mad at you
casually clap at you, as uncle sam sayin’ “taxes due”
our epidemic, systemic
black panther fist at the olympics, they just condemn it
hold up, said the klan marched in piedmont
even worse they were protected by police arms
in baton rouge, there’s pictures of them in riot gear
it tells me they know there’s plenty of reason to riot there
yeah, we just keep on praying while still feeling it
racism still alive, nothing that concealing it
re-vamped shackles going out, we get house slippers
and all us millionaires are the house n-gg-s
irony, the only one’s naked are urban outfitters
white people seeing us murdered are even down with us
they’re saying, let’s make america great again
i’m curious, what time would you like to place us in?
were we degraded then? did they enslave us then?
or is it ignorant for me to even say “again”?
if it’s civil war, then what are we civil for?
if this is freedom to y’all, you better get up some more
it go
[chorus: beyoncé]
freedom! freedom! i can’t move
freedom, cut me loose!
freedom! freedom! where are you?
cause i need freedom too!
i break chains all by myself
won’t let my freedom rot in h-ll
hey! i’ma keep running
cause a winner don’t quit on themselves

[outro: jesse williams]
….and we’re done watching and waiting while this invention called whiteness uses and abuses us, burying black people out of sight and out of mind while extracting our culture, our dollars, our entertainment like oil – black gold, ghettoizing and demeaning our creations then stealing them, gentrifying our g-nius and then trying us on like costumes before discarding our bodies like rinds of strange fruit.

- joe budden

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