CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Freedom (2020 Version)
Mhmm...
Mhmm…
Mhmm…say hey yeah
Mhmm...
Mhmm…
Mhmm…say hey yeah
Professional or beginner doesn’t matter, every sinner is a prisoner in a body that is subject to time
Now, my untwined mind tries to form a straight line, not like twisted scoliosis of the spinal cord
Construct, cross eyed carpenters are cuttin' crooked lines, can't construct
Man-made shrines when the winds and the water move sands of time
Many minds on a deadline, yet live life like a livе wire, I’m not tired, of blood and fire
Spirit's moving highеr than the green grass ever lifted me, spirit's moving higher
Than anything else ever lifted you
See we got spirituality, it’s living in us like one in three
Injustice is concerning me, in the non-linear eternity I'm speaking paradoxically, but you can nod your head now when you understand me
This is for my free men, whose backs won't bend in the lion's den, with their eyes on the ending
And This is for my free women, who fight with their love, the bearers of our children
Free men whose backs won't bend in the lion's den, now with their eyes on the end
And this is for my free women, who fight with their love the bearers of our children
We, shine like lights exposing what lies underneath decomposing
Unearth those chains that are rusted
Oh my God, is that what i trusted in? That sin? That tomfoolery?
Ugh! What it is is mental jewelry that I adorned myself
With the enemy's gifts, the man-made myths, the ignorant bliss of marijuana spliffs and alcoholic fifths I got so sick and tired of it
Delivered and redeemed, by Christ I mean It's time to start livin’, and get a reason for the rhyme
I don’t wanna be dead-wrong on the deadline, standing on the dark side and all out of time
Like a blind pantomimes fantasized climb up his own ladder to the sunshine
Nothin's mine that hasn't been given, and no one's alive here that hasn't been risen
For nineteen years I was trapped in a prison finding my escape by means of derision
But every man-made attempt just failed when trapped in a jail of my own guilt, shame, and iniquity I was looking for freedom
How do I find freedom from all of this?
He said believe, He said believe son
Who are You telling me to believe?
He said “I’m your Christ”
So I believed Freedom
Mhmm...
Mhmm…
Mhmm…say hey yeah
Mhmm...
Mhmm…
Mhmm…say hey yeah
Mhmm…
Mhmm…say hey yeah
Mhmm...
Mhmm…
Mhmm…say hey yeah
Professional or beginner doesn’t matter, every sinner is a prisoner in a body that is subject to time
Now, my untwined mind tries to form a straight line, not like twisted scoliosis of the spinal cord
Construct, cross eyed carpenters are cuttin' crooked lines, can't construct
Man-made shrines when the winds and the water move sands of time
Many minds on a deadline, yet live life like a livе wire, I’m not tired, of blood and fire
Spirit's moving highеr than the green grass ever lifted me, spirit's moving higher
Than anything else ever lifted you
See we got spirituality, it’s living in us like one in three
Injustice is concerning me, in the non-linear eternity I'm speaking paradoxically, but you can nod your head now when you understand me
This is for my free men, whose backs won't bend in the lion's den, with their eyes on the ending
And This is for my free women, who fight with their love, the bearers of our children
Free men whose backs won't bend in the lion's den, now with their eyes on the end
And this is for my free women, who fight with their love the bearers of our children
We, shine like lights exposing what lies underneath decomposing
Unearth those chains that are rusted
Oh my God, is that what i trusted in? That sin? That tomfoolery?
Ugh! What it is is mental jewelry that I adorned myself
With the enemy's gifts, the man-made myths, the ignorant bliss of marijuana spliffs and alcoholic fifths I got so sick and tired of it
Delivered and redeemed, by Christ I mean It's time to start livin’, and get a reason for the rhyme
I don’t wanna be dead-wrong on the deadline, standing on the dark side and all out of time
Like a blind pantomimes fantasized climb up his own ladder to the sunshine
Nothin's mine that hasn't been given, and no one's alive here that hasn't been risen
For nineteen years I was trapped in a prison finding my escape by means of derision
But every man-made attempt just failed when trapped in a jail of my own guilt, shame, and iniquity I was looking for freedom
How do I find freedom from all of this?
He said believe, He said believe son
Who are You telling me to believe?
He said “I’m your Christ”
So I believed Freedom
Mhmm...
Mhmm…
Mhmm…say hey yeah
Mhmm...
Mhmm…
Mhmm…say hey yeah
