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pmuna - freedom writers lyrics

intro: 2x
(when i look into your eyes, i get lost in paradise. paradise!)
ah here we go, i feel the blow, drown in the rain, til the pains all gone yea
ah here we go, i feel the blow, drown in the rain

1st verse:
this is a story about a kid who was hopeless
vision blurred like a lense unfocused
then re-inspired by a teach in school who said
“express yourself man!” then he wrote this!
he writing in his composition for the compet-tion
reck em like demolition. with his lyrical submission
who knew his words would be a coping mechanism
his condition, thee ambition to get some recognition
he like that repe-repet-tion turn to good persistence
making commission. he in college but no pay tuition
looking to k!ll like johnny gill. from edition
mixing a combination, a heart of walter payton
fueling his starvation. grind is his occupation
clarification! recommending daily motivation
steady writing through his writtens, was spittin since six or seven
to the heavens his veils getting lifts like john legend (john legend)

chorus: 2x
(when i look into your eyes, i get lost in paradise. paradise!)
ah here we go, i feel the blow, drown in the rain, til the pains all gone yea
ah here we go, i feel the blow, drown in the rain

2nd verse:
some people don’t respect him
and the girl that he wants, just rejects him
many judge by the face, but never met him
now heart won’t love set in
but his melodies are like wings to your dreams
searching for his coretta. a queen to the king
legendary black man gotta dream. that man on a mission
shooting for the stars with a full tank of ammunition to blow up!
all them countless wounds that this liquor done sewed up
shots to the head like a close up
all them footb-lls my mama rarely showed up
she was working 3 jobs see this debt man i owe her
was so young, i had to drop up if i wanted to eat
use school as a tool, educated by the streets
see i’m pouring out these words full of beats. ain’t no time to be discrete
you n-gg-s couldn’t last a day in my muh’f-ckin cleats

3rd verse:
turn on the news another black man down
dey murder us with our hands in the airrrr!!!
i turn on the news another black man down
dey murder us with our hands in the airrrr!!!
see i’m still a slave to what they call freedom
cause they murder and bust for no reason
we are at war so i’m freedom fighting
leader of the land’s – i’m symbolizing
open up your mind, broaden your horizon
keeping you blind. well that’s not surprising
trying to live while my people dying
don’t wanna see another mama crying
committing crimes. genocide
telling lies and while its televise
rationalize taking someone’s life?
all this pain. so i write
i don’t really care what people say
they gon judge me anyway
dey rather see us rot and starve
you better find peace. man you better find god! (god, god, god)

chorus:
(when i look into your eyes, i get lost in paradise. paradise!)
ah here we go, i feel the blow, drown in the rain, til the pains all gone yea
ah here we go, i feel the blow, drown in the rain

outro:
i don’t really care what people say
dey murder us with our hands in the airrrr!!
turn on the news another black man down
dey murder us with our hands in the airrrr!!!

murder!

- pmuna lyrics

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