Freelin'

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Charlie Yama

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Corruption on the move on the soil of a bed frame
Standing all alone like a child without a last name
Come up on the hill, see a better view
You can see it through, it's better to
Keep a busy mind, keep a dime and a fine line
Forget about your worries, take the soul from your body

I got the mind of a child
Forget all about my past life
Nothing new coming through
Just like it's always been, my two shoes
Crumpled to the side, trampled and fumbling
Smoke a spliff, I'm on my way to a drive thru
Keep hearing the same songs
Radio turned on 
Gotta keep running through
The music that just came on
Talk funny like your shit ain't really real for me
Walk funny like you lost your money and your dignity
Everybody knows
It's easier just to go home
And everybody's sure
It's easier just to lose your honesty
When beatings keep on 
Til there's improvement in morality
And beatings keep on
Til there's nothing left inside of me
And shit, that's me coming up
Nearly caught me slippin' up
Giving up my hope but
Step it up
Keep up
Tapping my feet hearing that lightning hop
Got that rhythm running wild
In my guts, raising hell inside
My feeble mind, I've tried coming home
But I been exiled defiled
Unreconciled with the child
Outside the train window
Like a king ousted
Thrown out from his throne
Stones falling like flower petals flowing
Knives drawn piercing
Eyes peering round
The pride of bloody prizes collapsing on paranoia
And it's clear as the stars
The crown is really only for those without composure

Corruption on the move on the soil of a bed frame
Standing all alone like a child without a last name
Come up on the hill, see a better view
You can see it through, it's better to
Keep a busy mind, keep a dime and a fine line
Forget about your worries, take the soul from your body

Turn your blind eyes
To harassment in society
Problems will arise
Assessments in perpetuity
Piling on the white lies
The rest of it's in propinquity
Disguised as words of the wise
Just dress it as ambiguity
But really just a shell, no size
Adjustments and incongruity
Making sense of falling rhymes
Coalescing by a fortuity
Catch the light, let it rise
Investments in opportunity
Say thank you, grab your prize
Wear your vestments with gratuity
And that's the cycle of life turning
Like high rollers drugged up returning
Addicted to the thrill of the smell of money burning
And that's the cycle of life churning
Out of of life into the belly of the beast
Keep singing and thinking it's the least
I can do to sleep, chinchilling
Upon the steps of a steeple
Know the people, know the villain
I ain't led no revolution for a minute
Ain't no promise, no desire, no motion
Keep the limits 'neath the lid
No fire or commotions
No criminal religion behind my third eyelid
Can't see the summit on the hill
And that's life
Motherfuckers keep thinking
They make it big
Ain't no substitute for success
And it's killin'em every time
They make it less
But they don't f*ck with it
When they mama come pick'em up
Comparing they lives to motherfuckers livin' up
To the hype and the psyche
Of the wicked drawing eyes from Persephone
Hiding from dementia
Collapsing from the pressure
Running from paranoia
And that's life
Whether you want it or you take it
You got to wonder where you're going
You got to wonder what got you there

Corruption on the move on the soil of a bed frame
Standing all alone like a child without a last name
Come up on the hill, see a better view
You can see it through, it's better to
Keep a busy mind, keep a dime and a fine line
Forget about your worries, take the soul from your body

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