Freedom Summer - Translee

Welcome to freedom summer

Time is liberty

Verse 1:

Back when Florence meant Alabama not Italy

Back when Hunstville wasn’t really too into me

Back when ran the streets them fleeces was up my sleeves

My jeans they kept the crease you know I was a beast

Ridin' with and brother capris

We pull up on Kendrick I know his mama would cook a feast to say the least

We had a place for our official sacrificial beliefs

(Skipping school with them freaks)

Tell it true my mama wouldn’t let me get braids

She didn’t want me stereotyped my last day of tenth grade

Back when an IG page couldn’t put you on stage

Back before said he a pussy you find a twenty man that shit just had me amazed

Back when doing dirt meant at least somebody was getting paid

Nowadays these niggas doing dirt just for likes on their page, man is this a

phase?

Back when used to have me in the projects for days, underage and smoking weed

blazed

Before Tip and Jeezy was let out their cage, man we was Outkast all day

Mike Jones, Paul Wall, 8Ball, MJB, BIG, Snoop Dogg, Dre (Pac)

Before anyone said I was a thought

Before rock, before we ever motorbike we

Before they could snatch it on

Before they would classify a classic album the day after

Before Bush had national disaster and

Television had Kanye giving him backlash for the black African mishappening

Before skinny jeans was happening

Before Obama picked the cabinet

Before 100K followers was deemed adequate

Before interest was adamant

These days couldn’t fathom it

These days rappers lack talent, passion and uh, good management

Doing a balancing act on mannequins

Street guide, hamburger sandwiches, late night, packaging cannabis,

boy scrambling can’t come fast enough

Second chances don’t come that first one don’t pass it up

Talking back before I knew an hourglass can move fast as fuck

I was legit sitting in my room thinking life wasn’t adding up

Would I be young forever, would I die standing up

(Keep on living young nigga keep on living)

The only cure for the struggle is just the hustle

Just left the coldest winter please welcome to freedom summer

We free of pain, pride and depression, self esteem and oppression

Free of wack rappers disrespecting the legends

Free of ads in the mentions

Free of fake news, free of them tiki-torch alt right shit-faced bastards

Free of being scared of the rapture

If you ain’t right with God you better get right

We watching out for midnight, that’s 12

And we didn’t even do nothing wrong and that’s what’s wrong

We freeing ourselves and that won’t take long

Be yourself, love yourself, embrace the O. G's

Respect the CEO to the manager to security to the janitor

One love, easy

Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom

Outro

This Freedom Summer, want to welcome y’all

Time is liberty