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[01:09.700]I want to be as free as the spirits of those who left
[01:12.700]I'm talking Malcolm, Coltrane, my man Yusef
[01:15.700]Through death grew conception, new breath and resurrection
[01:17.700]For moms, new steps in a direction
[01:20.700]In the right way, told her, "Inside is where the fight lay
[01:23.700]And everything a mother****er do may not be what he might say
[01:25.700]Chicago nights they, stay on the mind
[01:28.700]But I write many lives, they, lay on these lines
[01:30.700]Wavin' signs of the times, many say the grind's on the mind
[01:34.700]Shorties blunted-eyed and everyone wanna rhyme
[01:36.700]Bush pushing lies, killers immortalized
[01:39.700]We got arms but won't reach for the skies
[01:41.700]Waiting for the Lord to rise, I look into my daughter's eyes
[01:44.700]And realize I'ma learn through her
[01:46.700]The Messiah, might even return through her
[01:48.700]If I'ma do it, I gotta change the world through her
[01:53.700]Demons and old friends, Pops, they hauntin' him
[01:56.700]The chosen one from the land of the frozen sun
[01:57.700]Furs and a Benz, Gramps wantin 'em
[01:58.700]Where drunk nights get remembered more than sober ones
[02:01.700]Walk like warriors, we were never told to run
[02:04.700]Explored the world to return to where my soul begun
[02:07.700]Never looking back, or too far in front of me
[02:09.699]The present is a gift, and I just want to be

I want to be as free as the spirits of those who left
I'm talking Malcolm, Coltrane, my man Yusef
Through death grew conception, new breath and resurrection
For moms, new steps in a direction
In the right way, told her, "Inside is where the fight lay
And everything a mother****er do may not be what he might say
Chicago nights they, stay on the mind
But I write many lives, they, lay on these lines
Wavin' signs of the times, many say the grind's on the mind
Shorties blunted-eyed and everyone wanna rhyme
Bush pushing lies, killers immortalized
We got arms but won't reach for the skies
Waiting for the Lord to rise, I look into my daughter's eyes
And realize I'ma learn through her
The Messiah, might even return through her
If I'ma do it, I gotta change the world through her
Demons and old friends, Pops, they hauntin' him
The chosen one from the land of the frozen sun
Furs and a Benz, Gramps wantin 'em
Where drunk nights get remembered more than sober ones
Walk like warriors, we were never told to run
Explored the world to return to where my soul begun
Never looking back, or too far in front of me
The present is a gift, and I just want to be