[Intro: Estelle & John Legend]
Ooh, said I love and I love and I love to be free
Hmm, ooh ooh, hmm
[Chorus: Estelle & John Legend]
Said we're free to live and love again
Tell your mum, or your sister, brother, friend
This can be solved, just find it in your soul
Come get your free, come get your freedom
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
Everything that I do will stay true to me
Wanna see what it's like to be truly free? (Uh huh)
From the pain and the strife that come with chasin' what you see in magazines and on the TV (Uh)
I knew this kid named Mike, he used to slang white
Not for the fame where he lived, shit just ain't right
Snitches throwin' salt in the game
Mike saw police and drug dealers all in the same light
Now you're like, "Is this what God's handing me?"
Take it and run, son, you're feeding your family
Flash the heat and you speak with profanity
Shit is so crazy, he pleaded insanity
Payin' the cops, Mike break into more
Then his connect die then that make him a boss
He seeing the world and meeting them girls
He's buyin' them clothes and takin' them off (Uh-huh)
Now he got ma dukes in the fly crib
Took a step back like, "Take a look at what I did" (Yeah, yeah)
Only rockin' fly shit like some sort of fetal Corleone, Tony Montana hybrid
Philanthropical (Yeah), hot tropical, beach properties
Making more than lawyers or how doctors do (Woo)
Donatin' libraries and hospitals, he got the donut and in the streets, it's impossible (Yeah)
Gettin' old, now he at a crossroad
Tryna find a reason for his tortured soul
Tryna slay these demons that be screamin' in his ear
Was it worth his wait and go? (Mmm)
All that he wanted was to take it home but in his old age
Time made it known that when the paper chase is on
You can easily become a slave at what you own
Ooh, said I love and I love and I love to be free
Hmm, ooh ooh, hmm
[Chorus: Estelle & John Legend]
Said we're free to live and love again
Tell your mum, or your sister, brother, friend
This can be solved, just find it in your soul
Come get your free, come get your freedom
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
Everything that I do will stay true to me
Wanna see what it's like to be truly free? (Uh huh)
From the pain and the strife that come with chasin' what you see in magazines and on the TV (Uh)
I knew this kid named Mike, he used to slang white
Not for the fame where he lived, shit just ain't right
Snitches throwin' salt in the game
Mike saw police and drug dealers all in the same light
Now you're like, "Is this what God's handing me?"
Take it and run, son, you're feeding your family
Flash the heat and you speak with profanity
Shit is so crazy, he pleaded insanity
Payin' the cops, Mike break into more
Then his connect die then that make him a boss
He seeing the world and meeting them girls
He's buyin' them clothes and takin' them off (Uh-huh)
Now he got ma dukes in the fly crib
Took a step back like, "Take a look at what I did" (Yeah, yeah)
Only rockin' fly shit like some sort of fetal Corleone, Tony Montana hybrid
Philanthropical (Yeah), hot tropical, beach properties
Making more than lawyers or how doctors do (Woo)
Donatin' libraries and hospitals, he got the donut and in the streets, it's impossible (Yeah)
Gettin' old, now he at a crossroad
Tryna find a reason for his tortured soul
Tryna slay these demons that be screamin' in his ear
Was it worth his wait and go? (Mmm)
All that he wanted was to take it home but in his old age
Time made it known that when the paper chase is on
You can easily become a slave at what you own
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