King Kwa Zulu Music - Petrol

Takes me to a location I'd
Been casing for many Years
Hands me the bag and
Tells me the other half Will be there when you
Finish the job I been Holding and
Breaking it Down indeed Wearing My gangsta on My sleeve
But these bars is the stars That I've been seeing
From over seas
But these Ex-packer turn Backpacker
Smacking and X-facting I'm am traveling the
World Just to Understand My lifes transformation Across this mission
So Im going to rearrange
Pulling these machines Out my dresser
True bandana is blue to Keep my sweat up
Kissing my kids Understanding miss
Gone miss me untill November
But theses nuts I'm Reaching for
Are gonna give me a life Sentence arduous
Door shuts
I feel the tremors
I do this for my niggas
Freedom freedom Freedom freedom Freedom freedom Freedom freedom

Run Romana run
Why they name you like a Boy
Just to Tie you down
Just to show you cant do Nothing more
What do you say?
You do what I say and not what I does
Master to the slave
Thy course of action
Torn from this praxis
How long does melted Bongs can hold me there
Something you crave
Indirect internet became Your train
One day you'll get the Nerve
And become the next Zuckerberg
Find your way
This is your time
And then freedom is a State of mind
So you rise
You cry out
Freedom freedom Freedom freedom Freedom freedom Freedom freedom
Cry out
Cry out loud
Your Universe Your Universe Uni verse
Is now
If you know
Stand there
Stand tall for a moment to See the moment of focus
Moment it evokes us
Its your time
Listen man
You have to think high to rise
You have
To be sure of
Yourself before
You can ever win a prize
Lifes battles don't always Go to the man who is Stronger or faster
But sooner or later the Man who wins
Is the man who thinks he Can
Win in this life
I mean you can see
Somehow some way
The mother fuckers who Got a dream seem to Succeed
Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom

Written by:
Freedom Zeev, Lloyd Green

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