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Born Free
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Ransom
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[Intro] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Outro] Yeah Rest in peace to my brother Born Free My other brother Rayquon Elliott My little brother Lito R.I.P. Live One
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