who you are or what kind of lier you have ment to be as long as you're alive and breathing this is got to be one of your needs I'm talking about freedom
Ayo, Ice, man I'm working on this term paper for college What's the First Amendment? Freedom of Speech, that's some motherfucking bullshit You say the
so glad you made time to see me How's life? Tell me, how's your family? I haven't seen them in a while You've been good, busier than ever We small talk
, we try just to ignore To waste their future freedom, we?ll regret forever more I believe in, I believe in, these are the days that we will talk about
preacher But, but I swear they turn their ear when we talk about peace and love Sometimes might need a hug, yeah We all wanna come on up above But this ain't about
Florida to Rome Which we know there's one thing we'll never forget America's still our home, hit it bad God bless America, I'm talking about me too You
the shade of a Georgia pine And that?s home you know Sweet tea, pecan pie and homemade wine Where the peaches grow And my house it?s not much to talk about
Chorus: What about now Forget about tomorrow It's too far away What about now Close your eyes Don't talk of yesterday It's too far away, too far away What about
free Freedom for you and me I'm talking about freedom, freedom Freedom for you and me To be free It's all I need baby It's all I dream about baby To be
together is to have a funeral Sit around and talk about each other, spread rumors Know it's some of my fault 'cause I don't talk to 'em For my family
I just touched down Ferrari to concrete I ain't even home and they're talking about me Fuck out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom, nigger Free don't
[Lloyd Banks] I just touched down, Ferrari to concrete I ain't even home and they 're talking about me fuck out my ear if you talking 'bout freedom nigger
thang Talk to her, take her out on the flo' Then you grind 'til your body catch fire Talk nasty or nice and slow You say, "Come here" and talk softly
selling ass and oils for me But you on this ho-asis and really I can't reach you Fuckyou then I'm about to be a preacher [Common talking and Bilal Singing
[Vinia Mojica] *Singing in Spanish* [Common] What what, we do this time Rock rock.... Yes, let this music travel through you Talk about feelings, yeah
