Son Of Age - Free My Soul

They told us to change our lifestyle, who they telling this to?
Ubah gaya hidup, harga naik, saya kaya dulu
Look unto the mirror first, and who's the apparent embarrassment
Taking payments under the table, demanding the supplements
Call it improving, empowering, the evil imperial, marches on
Stepped on, impoverish the people, got some propaganda on my list
While the rich is getting richer, the poor they are slitting their wrist
You can't hear their screams, they're ghost, they're gone
Inflation has blown up, no portion for the sons and daughters
Get loans, got bombed for the bonds under so long, slaving till dawn
Never done, and on and on and on, I wonder, if I would ever see
Gaps between the so called classes closes and racial profiling stops
Removed from our shoulders, that this bullshit is over, evolve
From these covert ops covered up and dissolve, restore the order
And until then, I'll take a shot, upload it around the clock, on the internet
In hopes to blow like eminem

Oh, I can't stand no more, I've been walking for far too long
Free my soul
Who, could feel my feet, the sole of my shoes is filled
Free my soul
Oh, and I've paid my dues but I still couldn't afford to do was
Free my soul
Oh, if this wasn't the truth, could you please be my substitute
Free my soul

They told me to stop rapping, start bragging while wearing this mask, here
Screw it, stay true to my music to fall on unexpected ears
Get recognized like my name was in the cast of cheers, but if I paint a picture
The fear what appears to be my younger years, the struggles of being seen
Low self-esteem that led to broken mirrors and dreams, I was embarrassed
That I couldn't be, my dad, friends, relatives compared me, my grades?
Yeah couldn't compete , my bad, I failed, what's that? I'm the black sheep?
Why's that? Because I wasn't smart enough to grab degrees like that
Hmm, thank god for god and my family if not I'll fight back
But I hold no grudges no more, my pride died a while back
And stay tune, what you see is potential on the right track
Yeah, I know I'm late, I was lost and I was sidetracked
I was asleep for too long on these long gone night caps
And I'm back like rap, so shut up, give me my mic back
I don't care if I'm a nominee, or some nobody that you'll see on the street
No vima, never a prima donna but I'll be on the beat, until hell freezes
Always aiming, hopefully to be the dopest emcee to fulfill this dream

Written by:
Son of Age

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