Railroads Down 2/ Independence Day - Eric Biddines

When sun down follow the drinking gourd

Let the moonlight take you away

The riverside said’ll take you north

Pack no bags you on need no weight

Said the masters on my sole

The shackles on my feet

The blood still in my clothes

But all I see is free

Don’t lie me die for no reason

Don’t let them take me away

I prey to lord Jesus

I’m bout to loose my faith

That’s why the shackles on my feet

And the blood still in my clothes

But all I see is free

Hope the hound dog ain’t that close

Try to make it to freedom

I know we will one day

Don’t make me out a believer

I’m bout loose my faith

I said the rail roads down

It’s under

I live on the field with the porch the tree with the branches that come with a

that rope

My daddy was brought on a boat.

Said a nigga had sold em to keep him afloat

Ain’t know bout the title of slaves.

Born into what we know now as thought

Mommy said one of these days our luck will run up and these shackles be broke

Uncle said must not be no god.

If it was this won’t happen

Toby said keepin all faith hard but we gotta keep at it

Prayed and we prayed and we pay hard.

Til the moment it happen

One of these days we gone come far

I just know with a passion

(Independence Day)

Finally free x 4

Made a way x4

Finally free

If you asked me where I’d be today I would prolly say Ida never made it out

Possibility went away never came not a thing till the day I

Started doing left the doubt in me I had evaporated just like fluid

Said if change was posed to come like early Morning with the rooster on the get

up y’all forgive me I was stupid

Ain’t know that loosing was loosing your hope and faith.

You only die if you

give up the day before they make your grave

Too many ppl depending my lead of way, the load you carry when you barely show

weakness in others face

You shoulda been there when my life was on the fence, never went to jail but

still I always stayed stayed in the pen

Writing history on compositions.

This developed from a camera im living inside

the prints

Came from a Long dirt roads the crop of farm with no agriculture barely can

grow us a stock of corn

Shoulder looking over every lil vulture the term born

What you think I’m posed to Barry my ppl without no funeral

I told my daddy I’m double if it was two of you

I seen London I’m booking a flight to Liverpool

You Caint stay local forever.

You need a team but as a individual you gotta

never say never

Almost cried the first time I wore genuine leather

It was Cold but see me the type to Preciate weather

Just saying you coulda been somebody ain’t wake up.

Happiness is free but

material sh it’ll break us