Joe Budden - Freedom (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: Diamond Reynolds] I can't really do sh** cause they got me handcuffed It's okay mommy I can't believe they just did this, I'm f**in'... It's okay, I'm right here with you! [Jesse Williams] Now, what we've been doing is looking at the data and we know that police somehow manage to deescalate, disarm and not k** white people everyday. So what's going to happen is we are going to have equal rights and justice in our own country or we will restructure their function and ours [Verse: Joe Budden] Let's take a moment to stand and observe the Hell we live in No matter how high the fire it never melts the system Some can help but didn't, we fill up the jails and prisons You don't believe that's a business, only yourself you're kiddin' But now they k**in' our people, it's all on television Them cops went home to their people, turn on the television I tell my son, careful what you learn on television He 15, he don't know what I mean Don't know about yet, doubt and suspect, out sets of controlled outlets From those who don't wanna let us out yet Land of the free, the home of the brave (nah) Can't let us be, we've grown from slaves It's there if you wanna read, I mean it's all on the page Say it's police, I just know when it's race Now it's just thrown in our face.... Maybe I'm lost, signs are vital to me Sandra Bland didn't come off as suicidal to me Y'all play around, thinkin' we on safe ground They k**ed Tamir Rice and his rights, right on that playground Eric was selling cigarettes, "I can't breathe," it was said The bigger threat he was a n***a, I bet, but listen Last year I went to church with my Mother Fay We sat behind Ms. Garner, and it was Mother's Day She sat strong, inside I cried for her My eyes tucking the water as I was hugging his daughter... Philando Castillo told him he had a weapons permit Was murdered moments after without a complexion permit That's bloodshed with his daughter in the car I'm only upset for our sons and daughters tomorrow Question, how many cities we gotta march through? Signs we gotta hold up, or are they tryna provoke us? Cause when them 9s load up, and land mines blow up And the crime don't slow up, they'll chime in and say they told us Or is it only a crime when done by poor us Food for thought, my mind don't run off of cold cuts Raw and evident, Alton was offed, heaven sent Recorded the negligence, they just ignore the evidence And make it seem as if we in y'all way Maybe our government is governed by the NRA That would make a diseased Capitol, in need of capital They even legalized weed for the Capitol But be black, sell in the street, they get mad at you Casually clap at you, it's Uncle Sam sayin' taxes due Our epidemic systemic Black Panther fist at Olympics they just condemn it, hold up Said the Klan marched in Piedmont Even worse, they were protected by police arms In Baton Rouge its pictures of them in riot gear It tells me they know it's plenty reason to riot there Yet we just keep on praying all while we feeling it Racism still alive, now they not concealing it It's revamped, shackles are gone, now we get house slippers And all us millionaires are the house n******gs Irony, the only ones naked are urban outfitters White people seeing us murdered are even down with us They sayin' let's make America great again I'm curious, what time would you like to place us in? Were we degraded then? Did they enslave us then? Or is it ignorant of me to even say again? If it's civil war, then what are we civil for? It's this is freedom to y'all, you better get us some more [Hook: Beyoncé] Freedom! Freedom! I can't move Freedom, cut me loose! Freedom! Freedom! Where are you? Cause I need freedom too! I break chains all by myself Won't let my freedom rot in hell Hey! I'ma keep running Cause a winner don't quit on themselves [Outro: Jesse Williams] And we're done watching and waiting while this invention called whiteness uses and abuses us, burying black people out of sight and out of mind while extracting our culture, our dollars, our entertainment like oil - black gold, ghettoizing and demeaning our creations then stealing them, gentrifying our genius and then trying us on like costumes before discarding our bodies like rinds of strange fruit