Freedom
Stepping out like I've got somewhere to go
Freedom's just another way of saying you're alone
These growing pains
These stains that act as reminders
of everything that stayed after I left this place
These ashy remains of these feelings that I never got to feel
I've got the money the guy on the street will kill for
I go to the club seeing if I might score
It's lonely being free
when all I've got is me
The price I pay for unchaining myself
gaining this wealth
but still remaining unloved
Free me
Free me from myself, this personal prison that I'm in
Rapping along like you've got any idea what these words mean
Looking excited, acting all like “Bro, I'm keen”
Keeping this African beat to your all-American feelings
Sell out to the highest bidder so you can make it big
Forget music and get in the entertainment business
Join me in this personal prison that I'm in
Free me
Free me
Free me
Oh, free me
