Free - Phi Life Cypher

Gather my thoughts start rappin' with force

About the street life obstacle course that all my brothers they walk

I’ve suffered and fought, a ghetto war child I was born

I’m lookin' at the world funny like my eyes are deformed

A soldier fightin' Babylon cos it’s my vibes that they scorn

Refuse to have my mind warped by all their violence and porn

All the youth don’t stand to smile with no child in the corn

I’m fightin' for my rights in life until I’m tired and worn

Rain over Lucifr’s hell fire like a violnt Thai storm

Fuck the forks, hoofs and horns I’m in his side like a thorn

Do my works like that needle shit a junkie performs

No one can hold me back like Shaq when he’s dunkin' on form

Cos every day I wake up, realise that something is wrong

So I read prayer like a nun, smokin' blunts in the bong

Stay constantly strung, spit righteous conscious masterous songs

I write verses tougher than Teflon, drop them like bombs

Speak with a confident tongue, stand my ground and never run

Blessed with a good set of lungs, I’m speakin' heavenly son

Got no respect for the gun, seen as protection for some

But misdirection’s a reflection of the deaths that have come

Another corpse in the morgue without no breath in his lungs

Another victim of the system from the streets and the slums

A dangerous place to walk and you don’t need a reason for run

With crazed junkies violent dealers, thug gangsters with guns

On the US shores, I was taught self expression

Creativity, freedom, my biggest lesson

I got something nobody got, you should invest in

The hood’s infested with crooks and peasants

Crack pipes, needles, single mothers pregnant

Ghetto youths with big weapons, a bit depressin' to Skit the legend

Say at 6 or 7 I couldn’t get my head off of green

Sometimes I hold a iron so I can let off steam

My motivation an inspiration for the whole nation

I’m a fearless ghetto yout with no patience

Broke waitin' it feels like I’m forever dough chasin'

While folks hatin', but the thugs love my quotations

I get so hot my fumes will choke Satan

My game there’s no shame in, my chest I hold pain in

Never show my weak spot I know foes gamin

I’m rugged at my shows blatent

When I’m goin', my skills I’m donatin' to build schools for lyrical flow

training

Fuck workin' somewhere low payin' I stay home alone prayin'

For the rest of my days I’m microphone slayin', I ain’t playin',

I’m microphone slayin'

Yo

We’re fightin' for freedom from all the street’s demons

Supplyin' the serum that be sedatin' satan’s semen

The black radical with the static ready for war

The latter day Robin Hood that’s robbin' the rich for the poor

Invadin' your record store just with this pure education

People call me The Crane when I’m elevatin' the nation

I’m blessed with the dedication the patience of a saint

I ain’t makin' mistakes or fakin to be this person I ain’t

Makin' you faint with my testimonial bars

The shit I’m spittin' be makin you lose control of your cars

As bright as a star, shinin' down on misleadin' people

Shearin' all of the sheeple that be conceited and evil

The devil’s descendants’ll be beggin' for their repentance

When Jehovah’s in their faces to serve em their final sentence

There’s girls at the age of twelve on their second abortion

And crack and smack are sellin' at epidemic proportions

So I’m walkin' with caution upon the battle ground

And hopin' I won’t be makin' them mutilated cattle sounds

I’ll rattle your town like the biggest of speakers

Spreadin' my word from Costa Rica to Dominica

I be the freedom seeker that’s seekin' emancipation

Searchin' for an escape from this crazy decayin' nation

Displayin' creations of art, just peerin' into your heart to see if you’re just

a person playin' the part