Free at Last

Free at last, Free at last, Thank God almighty we are free at last

Can leave the past, won't be last, now i'm hoping i won't be an outcast

 

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Got out of the youth home

Half the kids want to pick the bone

Always wanting to roam

Solid chrome, we show our colors

never talking, missing our mothers

Stuck in that place for six months

Half the kids there just smoked blunts

But not that i am free can work the craft

So out of touch i need the practice

Doing a first second and third draft

Staring at the paper so hard i need glasses

My thoughts are all sinking

Going back to the place i'm thinking

My head now just starting to roll

Promised never gonna start drinking

Cause its gonna make me lose my soul

Loving a girl now that i got back

But i am pretty sure she just thinks i'mma wack

'Specially since my new nickname just tic tac

Tic tac cause i am always fresh

I guess, I just wanna princess, that i can dress

a luxury of the flesh, that i could always impress

She not a damsel in distress, but me think i'mma prince

Me the picture of ignorance

Probably just being lead on

She never gonna hear this song

But that ain't nothing wrong

Tic Tac

the name give me an attack

Makes me small like i lack

Just glad i am back

Gonna write rap like a maniac

Went from deep to shallow

Might as well throw in the towel

On this Rap