Free as the wind, tall as the tree Wide as your mind, deep as the sea You crawled on my land Now I grow in your hand Always like the first time Unlike
Blurry eyes fire the weapons And act purely out of survival Rather be free or get buried Symphonies soundtrack the march of those daring Walking through the firing ranges
16 for a motherfuckin freestyle The fuck you want for free man That's why they give you 100 motherfuckin bars for nothing man Ya'll niggaz be wanting a lot for free
the inside I'm on the outside Don't matter whose side You take the other side I can see you walkin' down the aisle You're thinkin' long range I've seen
an unknown hand When I read them I stopped dead, in disbelief I shook my head For the words on that wall read, "Free Bobby Sands" As the sun began to fall
wrote this song and they said they would pay me, and I want to buy a hot dog. What could this be, too much MTV? Chalk another fad up for its fall
a fox in the brush, the knot in the wood, the song of the thrush. the wood of the wind, a cliff, a fall, a scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all. it's the wind blowing free
) And just relax, relax, relax (Cuz that was made for you) Lay a drop on the pillow (yeah baby) I'll fly free sack (fly free sack), fly free sack (Cuz
getting full. But the same old fear At the end of the year Wouldn't let us leave so soon. The Blue Ridge Mountains were calling, The rain was falling
A.W.K.] down south these bezeltines an baggets so much ice you could bobsled off my chest [Lil' Flip] down south we sip serve and fall asleep down south
TRUE VET IM STILL A BAD ACTOR SHE LISTEN TO ME WHEN I TALK THE RESPECT FACTOR BIG BODY COUPE {COUPE}, CHAMPAYNE RANGE {RANGE} HERE GO A STACK FOR THE
every lyric is a timb Spilled brews and greasy foods got my car smelly Some be so high, they believe they fly like R. Kelly But then they fall off, dusted niggaz is gettin' sawed off They fall
hoes who think That you supposed to fall dead, short, lame to the game Don't worry, put them bitches in your pistol range MJ fuckin' G settin' your mind free
throw a stack Before it hit the ground she throw it back When I make it rain, that's chump change That pay for the twenty six on my range Range, range
, what the fuck you thought I ain't giving niggaz more than 16 for a motherfuckin' freestyle The fuck you want for free man Ya'll niggaz be wanting a lot for free
somewhere Comatose from lack of sleep Will I ever learn to talk? Get ready set All systems go Good life, Godlike Wanna see it from the inside Free-fall
I exchange 4 shots, I drop and feel pain but Im not hit, into the bathroom I crawl I look out the window its a one storey fall Im fallin, hit the ground
yet, man i aint breaking light sweat, getting diamond bright neck, forget it I do not change, i put it on a nice check you already know my price range
