Ransom - Born Free lyrics

Hello? Hello
Can you hear me? yeah, I hear you, mom
What you doing? It ain't nothin' much
I'm in the studio finishing up
This mixtape and stuff
Don't know how to say it, but
Um, got some bad news, son
What type of bad news, ma? Born
What about Born? Jerry, your brother
I just sort of got a phone call and also
I just got a message that he passed, he died
What? Your brother is gone
Jerry is gone born is gone from us

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

Can't shake this feeling I'm alone
Nights I spend at my home
I'm just thinking, how could I make it when
Facing shit on my own?
These greys is thick on my comb
I'm thirty-four
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 niggas
Rather pack up and fold
Stay on track with your goals
My brother's voice in my head again
I swear this shit ain't gon' never end
Couple crazy feelings I'll never pen
Down state, was famous for writing letters
I'd never send
Grit your teeth when this poem's read
Soldier with a troubled soul
Fighting wars in his own head
How could you feel that it's even fair?
Hit your 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

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

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 nigga
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
Killing and hustling i'm out the game
But making street money still a 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 niggas that whisper label me ruthless
The truth is i cherish my thoughts and
Hold 'em exclusive, Confucius, look him up

Can't help but think about my
Niggas 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 rest in peace to my brother Born Free
My other brother Rayquon Elliott
My little brother Lito RIP live one