To Really Be Free
• Written by Harem
Harem's Notes
Hey everyone, this was one of my first songs, to get a sound of what it's like sung, click here:
You know what I’m singing is this:
you don’t have to have it all to be it all, Y’all
Some nights I wake up starvin’ rooting through the fridge,
the only thing to eat is margarine
Kids roamin’ through the hall with the gold chains,
what they really need is some foolproof brains. On the real though,
I’m a man who is rich in soul. You know I’m a true apostle.
Momma tells me that we can never really be poor,
there’s always opportunity right through the door.
My rhymes help for me to be free, 6 years back breakdance helped
me to see true creativity. Thirteen years old with a crate of cans
at my hands, I started with the rugged kind of art that came straight
from the heart to the walls neighborhood park.
What you need to really be free is to have nothing left to
lose at the end of the day.
Just have a look at me, I’m living in a town portrayed by Harper Lee.
There’s no middle class in the wards, eight years of working just for
room and board turned our destiny toward a better salary so that we
could be free. Now when you look at it, you’ll see that you can never
be free unless you give up all you got,
See there’s nothing wrong with responsibility, it may weigh you down,
but like Sol said it’s either that or a club to your back. On second hand
, make that a gat!
Wasted years go by every day. Some may say that time had no
meaning anyway. I have this to say: There’s things in this world that
are worse than death, the chains come close and you can’t catch your
breath.
Livin’ a lie of a life, no such thing as a dream, no opportunity for you
to make your cream.
Then you got the higher ups sayin’ there's no worth in your bloodstream.
You got welfare for generations, it’s anything but fair.
All that sacrifice, very little reward, stuck in the same spot never moving
forward
You’re seeing women walk the streets relying on a man they never
gonna meet. The sights of an empty world send shivers down your
spine, and they fuck with your mind.
You look around town, poverty in a bodily form, stretching as far as the
eye can see.
Leading to the birth of you and me.
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About the Artist
Harem
Member since July 17 2015