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Artist:C Murder 
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featuring Porsha Anita Thomas



Chorus (Porsha & Anita)

I want my freedom full freedom full freedom mmm hmmm x2



Verse 1



As I look in the mirror I see the picture gettin clearer

On the rip of this straightest of the life that I live

But uh I see em comin before they approach

Just like a stafty slot until you circle with hope

I maintaining on your legendary dreams and stack

Making million dollar moves with many platinum plaques

Negotiate your freedom, you catchin CRP

>From the court from blue, come many nights no sleep

What's the scenerio of life when you trapped in crime

My lil homie still incarcerated for packing a nine

Now history repeat itself, there's black on black

Check my backround, there's evidence just hide it's back

Eliminate all my foes, we run violent thrusts

Excuse me for my crime but in God I trust

Bossalinie uneffected by the eyes of even

Cause I'm military minded and demand my freedom



(Chorus)



Verse 2



Record labels try to sign for many years infact

Want a life time commitment, get you hooked like crack

Independant, black owned, you can keep your deal

I remain with No Limit cause the tank be real

I lose my cousin eight years for the time he spent

The penetentary is full of black violent, meant

Try to make a change, they can't

Cause they cuffs to tight

Momma please help us cause my mind ain't right

It ain't easy being me with my skin so toned

The mother land ain't been the same since they took me from home

My mobile phone in the benz, gettin high with my friends

Rainy days got us fighting each other, digging our graves

A cell block full of pictures, can't wait for parole

I need a second change of life cause I'm getting to old

And it's cold I can't see, can't sleep at night

Like a rebel for my freedom, I'll be prepared to fight



(Chorus)




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