Ted Roe - Free Cash lyrics

From Apples to oranges, swore I was dormant Flow's still funky, first breath of the morning Ignored all the warnings, now I go for mine Knowing it's that season, GOD giving the signs I wanna call Ty, but they gave him long time Kept it real, went wrong, so I wrote him a rhyme Daily on my mind, man, you make the climb sturdier Swamp's k**er croc, it goes deep, we get dirtier When your mom worries, bruh, I feel her pain No justice in our system, so don't feel no shame Our Army's gathered warriors to make the change So by the time they send you home, we can be in the game I'll begin by saying: I've been blessed just to know one Brother that's another with the mind of a Shogun Get back, we can roll one, speak about our lives Talk about the war we'll wage, no more hands tied They put you in those walls, keep your mind outside Because time does fly and when this subsides... Wherever I ride or roam, you're travelin' Far from them forts in Mansfield and Marion Things must get scary in the darkest nights But you told me to survive, and we'll see the light The trillest kind of shine can't be compromised Tho sittin' still will give your ills time to build up lies But in our eyes, you're a King and a General Stay strong mentally, spiritually, and physical Leave that Hell in a Cell, and the title's ours to grasp Climb the ladder, cut the case, and then claim our Free Cash The 5 need their dad, Bri needs a brother The Streets need Loh and Tawanna needs her lover Ducking undercovers ain't the life of a King Planned to be k**ah Bees,now you running from Sting Bunk in the bing, there's a better way but you cling To the very same mess that we're aiming to clean Fine. Trap life is that, I understand it But I suggest that it's time to get on grown man sh** Long term plan sh**, no hating it's love See the system's just raping your life with no glove Casualty when Capitalist Greed meets bad choices Cement walls and bars, you hear our voices Our dreams of Rolls Royces, I shouldered it all Then Grandma pa**ed, I had no one to call The best laid plansturned to boulders and fall Was the aim of your balling just to tear out the mall? Go ahead call me a traitor, hater of a player And I'll be dat, like Redman, and see you later Courtside Lakers, snap a picture for you I'm Big Cuz with no luxury for skipping the truth The Complex is pimping our youth, I can't take it All the concepts for the booth, we can't make em I'ma show you the pudding and proof and won't fake em Dear Lord, keep your hands on my Mick, but don't shake him Unless it's to a better way, getaway and brighter days Crossing this road of life, give him the right of way So I can stop repeating this "Free Mick Bain" And the next time they fit him, it can be with gold chains