Freedom Lil B (Ft. Europe)

[Intro]
Putcha hands in the air
Listen!
It's ya boy Lil B
Putcha hands in the AIR
It's a crazy world
Putcha hands in the AIR
We gon' make it
We gon' make it

[Verse 1]
Why my niggas hungry on the west side?
It's always been the west side
It's something like the best side
Why these young killas gettin' younger and then dyin'?
Fifteen and sixteen, runnin' with that iron
Why the hood is really like a jungle?
I'm lookin' through the Humvee like
"Where the fuck's my brothers?"
It's lookin' kinda ugly
Realize that who we are together is a unit
But once we divide it we lookin' stupid
Why we gotta buy Glock nines just to stay alive?
Bulletproof vests on, alert like a K-9
Murders in the hood go unsolved; why the fuck is that?
Why kill another man?
He got a mother and a dad
If you got a voice you gotta speak; bruh, I promise that
Can't nobody hear ya if
Don't nobody feel ya
All this worldwide crime shit gotta stop
And you gotta love the earth before yourself, one love