[Chorus: Shavona Antoinette]
Oh, oh
When we feel the greed, so close
Only free approximately
When we could be so close
Only free approximately
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Look, this American history of thuggery
Put me right in the city of brotherly love where our sisters and mothers be
Up on the auction block like it was Christy and Southerly's
We were prized property and livestock
When the king cotton was a cash crop
And the red, white, and blue was backdrop
But we never got to see a jackpot
If I'm honest, man, the birth of this mission began with a song on the sonogram
As the contraband, we worked and we waited but never quite got to the promised land
And I'm speakin' the truth, regardless of what you been teachin' the youth
This go to whoever still seekin' a proof
We dealin' with more than a leak in the roof
A glitch in the system, a chink in the armor
Or just a depiction for sake of the drama
Or playin' a victim, a sensitive father who charted the ships
Comin' into the harbor, they did us too dirty to not be discussed
Beat us until we forgot we was us, so how could our liberty not be a must?
Okay, if I'm free, then I'm not free enough
Black Thought
Oh, oh
When we feel the greed, so close
Only free approximately
When we could be so close
Only free approximately
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Look, this American history of thuggery
Put me right in the city of brotherly love where our sisters and mothers be
Up on the auction block like it was Christy and Southerly's
We were prized property and livestock
When the king cotton was a cash crop
And the red, white, and blue was backdrop
But we never got to see a jackpot
If I'm honest, man, the birth of this mission began with a song on the sonogram
As the contraband, we worked and we waited but never quite got to the promised land
And I'm speakin' the truth, regardless of what you been teachin' the youth
This go to whoever still seekin' a proof
We dealin' with more than a leak in the roof
A glitch in the system, a chink in the armor
Or just a depiction for sake of the drama
Or playin' a victim, a sensitive father who charted the ships
Comin' into the harbor, they did us too dirty to not be discussed
Beat us until we forgot we was us, so how could our liberty not be a must?
Okay, if I'm free, then I'm not free enough
Black Thought
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