Marlon Craft, iamezinma - What's Free? lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Marlon Craft, iamezinma - What's Free? lyrics]
What’s free to you? A Kanye tweet or two?
Is freedom the goal or the vehicle?
Is freedom feasible if they say they
Free but they ain't paid the fee to be?
We believe in dudes, who am I to judge?
I make opinions in the land built
From mud on the backs
Of people who we ain't even
Give no freedom to
Where sadly my body’s still
More free here too mind got a better chance
But that ain't guaranteed
So for me I guess free is truth
But sometimes free for me is
Just beers on you
On the C train wit a free brain from a
Brown bag tryna act bad while I’m pre-fame
Keepin me sane
Wearin hip hop wherever I go and
Try not be another bleach stain
Ya’ll don’t hear me
These guys try and return swags man
You’re wild rappers wantin free rides so
They hop the turnstiles
I been an absurd child since
Our children freedom tunnels
Only real New Yorkers know
That reference, shit, we was trouble
But one time was enough for a lot of things
Homie sang to me bout freedom but you look
Locked in all those chains and rings
Tell me
Would you risk your freedom to be free?
Most us ain't even willin to risk our
False identity and that be includin me
I ain't holier than thou, debt
Be growin in the thousands
Got the loneliest of smiles
It’s Craft, I give a pound and dash
I’ll be leavin
Can catch me somewhere trapped in my mind
Chasin freedom
Is freedom the goal or the vehicle?
Is freedom feasible if they say they
Free but they ain't paid the fee to be?
We believe in dudes, who am I to judge?
I make opinions in the land built
From mud on the backs
Of people who we ain't even
Give no freedom to
Where sadly my body’s still
More free here too mind got a better chance
But that ain't guaranteed
So for me I guess free is truth
But sometimes free for me is
Just beers on you
On the C train wit a free brain from a
Brown bag tryna act bad while I’m pre-fame
Keepin me sane
Wearin hip hop wherever I go and
Try not be another bleach stain
Ya’ll don’t hear me
These guys try and return swags man
You’re wild rappers wantin free rides so
They hop the turnstiles
I been an absurd child since
Our children freedom tunnels
Only real New Yorkers know
That reference, shit, we was trouble
But one time was enough for a lot of things
Homie sang to me bout freedom but you look
Locked in all those chains and rings
Tell me
Would you risk your freedom to be free?
Most us ain't even willin to risk our
False identity and that be includin me
I ain't holier than thou, debt
Be growin in the thousands
Got the loneliest of smiles
It’s Craft, I give a pound and dash
I’ll be leavin
Can catch me somewhere trapped in my mind
Chasin freedom