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[01:09.700]I want to be as free as the spirits of those who left
[01:12.700]I'm talking Malcolm, Coltrane, my man Yusef
[01:15.700]Through death grew conception, new breath and resurrection
[01:17.700]For moms, new steps in a direction
[01:20.700]In the right way, told her, "Inside is where the fight lay
[01:23.700]And everything a ***** do may not be what he might say"
[01:25.700]Chicago nights they, stay on the mind
[01:28.700]But I write many lives, they, lay on these lines
[01:30.700]Wavin' signs of the times, many say the grind's on the mind
[01:34.700]Shorties blunted-eyed and everyone wanna rhyme
[01:36.700]Bush pushing lies, killers immortalized
[01:39.700]We got arms but won't reach for the skies
[01:41.700]Waiting for the Lord to rise, I look into my daughter's eyes
[01:44.700]And realize I'ma learn through her
[01:46.700]The Messiah, might even return through her
[01:48.700]If I'ma do it, I gotta change the world through her
[01:53.700]Demons and old friends, Pops, they hauntin' him
[01:56.700]The chosen one from the land of the frozen sun
[01:57.700]Furs and a Benz, Gramps wantin 'em
[01:58.700]Where drunk nights get remembered more than sober ones
[02:01.700]Walk like warriors, we were never told to run
[02:04.700]Explored the world to return to where my soul begun
[02:07.700]Never looking back, or too far in front of me
[02:09.699]The present is a gift, and I just want to be