It’s been while since i wrote you
To tell you truth
It’s been too long, I want to hold you
But this booth got to do
3,65, I’ve been on same changes
7 days a week, I’ve been wanting to say this
20 hours days, I’ve been on my grind
4 hours left, time is flying by
Your girl’s gotta hustle just to remind
That the dream gets bigger with every mountain I climb
Babies gotta eat
Bills need to be paid
I got one foot forward
While the others in the grave
A slave,
This system wants me in
But I refuse to wear chains,
So let the inner war begin
The truth of the matter is, I just want to be free
America she’s beautiful, but she’s not meant for me
The truth of the matter is, I just want to be free
America she’s beautiful, but she’s not meant for me
I write my hopes on the promise land
Not the one written by the “higher” man
There’s truth behind, my eyes, you see
I’ve been born out of poverty
I’m sending you love, with the money I earned
Next time I’ll write you sooner, with some lesson I learned.
I burn, at the idea I’ll see you soon
We’ll finally be free, humming to our favorite tune
I’ll do what I have to do to bring that dream to life
I’ll chose the path of least resistance cause I don’t want fight
Fight for basic freedom, fight for decent food
Fight for education, fight for medical too
But it looks like, this is what it has to be
Fighting for freedom, isn’t the same as fighting to be free
But it looks like, this is what it has to be
Fighting for freedom, isn’t the same as fighting to be free
This situation, really has me, kind of hesitating
How they say under God we are one nation
But the color of your skin has got to me clean
American dream is not as colorful as it seems