Freedumb - KnowMads

It’s the wisdom manifested in beats

With aggressive cops infesting the streets

I say fuck the police

Now that’s

Ain’t no freedom we done with these punks

Become with these drums

The seeds, fighters, and blunt heads, and writers

The innocent lifers from Seattle to Rikers

All the strikers wantin' more dollas

The poor holler while you immature scholars stay poppin' your collars

It’s just some nonesense

On the corners with some goners and they lost it

So they talk shit and they frostbit

The cold be hittin' citizens in my tenement

Its evident smokin' buddha we inhale it in and reminisce

While I strategize under battered skies

My people tantalize so we known to vandalize

Our hands are high

Like we holdin' up the clouds

And if you from the sound you know they never coming down

It’s all good homie

Yo

Speakers stay blown out

Mind stay zoned out

Told my teacher that I gotta find my own route

No doubt about it

I come to class clouded

And write a couple raps

While y’all jottin' down facts 'cause

I be learned in all schools of thought

But my classroom stuffed full of dumb fools

Who talk a lot of jibber jabber, nonsense, gossip, whatnot

I Wrote my first dope verse at a bus stop

Under a sweatshirt, rockin' headphones

Rooftoppin' like the spot was my next home

How ironic in the days before the blunts wit' chronic

We used to sit and wonder when we gon' be goin' under

In other words when my flesh turn to dirt

Will my soul go cold or eclipse the universe

And I be stressin' 'bout it

Nope sike, not at all

Smoke a dime most the times outta waterfall

In the blistering cold

I sit and unfold

Clear thoughts through raindrops

Pierce the shell of my soul

Pondering when it’s pouring

My two cents is gold

Y’all catch Zs in backseats and do what your told

I’d rather spend my days chasing after these stars

Throw away the key

Leave me be, trapped in these bars

I might twist up a grape

Just to switch up the taste

Gotta sack in my lap and a fifth to the face

I’m gone without a trace

Slurring truth, spilling lies

Feeling nauseous losing conscience

This freedumb is mine

But i feel dumb inside

'Cause it’s not quite obtained

It’s strange ho people limp because of the 'cane

The love is stronger and thicker than blood in my veins

Experience the change and be a judge of the pain

They lie, steal, cheat, kill, all for the Gs

See they’re needy and greedy 'cause nothin' in life is free