(Chorus)
Now I know for some of you this might be hard to see
But this life is a setup, We all Far From Free
But I ain’t talkin’ slaves like back in the days
Cause this rage doesn’t equate to racist shackles and chains
This is mind manipulation through mass hypnosis
Designed innovations distract your focus
Revised information, the facts are bogus
Disguised as inflation and taxed as hoaxes
(Verse)
Corruption’s in the air, World’s worried and scared
So every verse that I’ve prepared’s like a personal prayer
Learn from and share, amongst the curtesy of the snares
There’s a certain urgency, an emergency in the air
I rise to mic’s height to fight the Devils
With the Light that I Bear as the Righteous Rebel
Put the hatred to rest with the urges I’ve buried
Use my third eye carefully, that’s the burden I carry
Now some would say I gotta pessimistic outlook
Destined for depression from skepticism and found shook
I seek truth to escape from the extortionists
Excessive riches thrown in the faces of the misfortunate
Unnecessary flaunts for praise to impress us
To create pressures as rich authoritative oppressors
In spite of the majority that’s somehow alright with it
A white superiority false sense of entitlement
But even they’re searching for solid stability
Cause that mansion, cars, pool, and yard are all liabilities
Workaholics who pay the cost to take care of it
Then by the time they pay it off, got nobody to share it with
Lose touch with men, originally friends
Become the opposite of what they initially intend
Millions mislead by the lies of our nation
But defend the very same system which enslaves them
America’s a bully, fines, extortion, and taxes
The truth is a whole, lies are broke into fragments
Like college education’s rate of inflation
Forcing students to take out loans to make up for payments
Classes wasted, by professors who unfairly graded
Graduate and then go straight into their parents basement
Apply for jobs just to try to make their debt decrease
Then work inside an office and develop a dependency
Desk seat, 50 hours a week
So doubting you dreams and losing countless hours of sleep
So yeah I gotta job homie, yeah I got a degree
But local pot dealers make a bigger profit than me
So why play it safe? Why follow the rules?
When the game’s rigged and your only option’s to lose
So use your subconscious for clues, cause it’s the proof
And I know these ain’t the popular views, but it’s the truth
I write for my future and in hopes of improving it
I fight through my music to control me from losing it
I rhyme for my freedom and the love of pursuing it
So when I make it know that luck had nothing to do with it
I write for my future and in hopes of improving it
I fight through my music to control me from losing it
I rhyme for my freedom and the love of pursuing it
So when I make it know that luck had nothing to do with it
(Chorus)
Now I know for some of you this might be hard to see
But this life is a setup, we all Far From Free
But I ain’t talking slaves like back in the days
Cause this rage doesn’t equate to racists shackles and chains
This is mind manipulation, through mass hypnosis
Designed innovations, distract your focus
Revises information, the facts are bogus
Disguised as inflation and taxed as hoaxes
Longtime Style P collaborator Fortes serves up instrumental versions of eight of his productions for the New York rapper. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 22, 2020
