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born free - ransom lyrics

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[chorus]
can’t help but think about my brother who ain’t here
and while i spit this verse, i’m ’bout to drop my final tear
wish you was here… i wish you was here…

[verse 1]
can’t shake this feeling i’m alone, nights i spend in my home
i’m just thinking how can i make it when facing sh-t on my own
these greys is thick on my comb, i’m 34
going on seventy, heavenly father, martyr, dark as the persian war
born free, but still ain’t find ways to trap up my soul
i’m built to last, when most n-ggas rather pack up and fold
stay on track with ya goals, my brother’s voice in my head again
… i swear this sh-t ain’t gon’ never end
couple crazy feelings i’ll never pen
down state was famous for writing letters i’d never send
grit ya t–th when this poems read
soldier with a troubled soul, fighting wars in his own head
how could you feel that it’s even fair?
hit ya knees in prayer for my brother, no longer breathing air
one day i know i’ll be leaving here
no longer breathing air, but i’m living like i don’t even care

[chorus]
can’t help but think about my father who ain’t here
and while i spit this verse, i’m ’bout to drop my final tear
you never was there… never was there…

[verse 2]
now i ain’t one to be complaining, tired of holding the pain in
my father gave me this life, i despise the day that he came in
i’m in pain so i blame him, but i ain’t into crutches
i don’t lean on a n-gga, i forgot what that trust is
i ain’t want to discuss this, mvp brought it out of me
undoubtedly the future of rap, my mama is proud of me
you would think i brought in a crowd with me
but i don’t deal with the cowardly
powerfully i’m built for destruction, k!lling and hustling
i’m out the game, but making street money still in discussion
my father used to say if you point it make sure you use it
i used it, now you see why there’s pain in all of my music
i trained my thoughts to abuse it, my music
cause i don’t like talking outside the booth with the useless
them n-ggas that whisper label me ruthless, the truth is
i cherish my thoughts and hold ’em exclusive
confucius, look him up

[chorus]
can’t help but think about my n-ggas who ain’t here
and while i spit this verse, i’m ’bout to drop my final tear
wish they was here… i wish they was here… yeah

[outro]
rest in peace to my brother born free
my other brother rayquon elliott
my little brother lito, r.i.p., live, one

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