[Verse 1]
Uhm, I got stains on my hands from the work I do
Fitting changing my hands full of purple blues
I’ve got a razor sharp edge, I ain’t hurting you
So why you hurting me, why you hurting me? Yeah
Can’t you see I’m a man in your perfect noose
How could recreation be the cursed fruits?
With their eyes bulging, staring back at you
Does it not give you nightmares? I know I had a few
Bum-ba-dum-bum-da-bum-bum
My family in the wind I can feel them
Oh look, look, sometimes I close my eyes and reveal them
There is freedom in the skies
Can’t help but to wonder if you got to it already
And they hope the casket don’t conceal them
What’s in the casket isn’t the real them
That’s all the universe chose to seal them
Temporarily, momentarily, nature would steal them back
[Hook]
To the freedom in the sky
Can’t help but wonder if you got it already
Can’t help but wonder if you graduated
Tell all of them (?) that you (?)
[Verse 2]
I heard of Mansa Musa
My mama and papa told me
All of the stories
Na-na-na
Bow before the presence before me
I could feel all of the glory
The glorious allegory
I feel your peace, I feel your peace
I’m into peace, I am the piece
I got a piece, ah
I got scars, I got scars
I got a constellation
I got stars
I got stars on my back
On my black
I got space on my back
On my face
That’s electricity
I’m (?) epiphany
I got a pistol, hmm
I got (?) hole punched in the opposition
To my piece, to my piece
Any predator prey, prepare for an RIP
RIP, oh I see, is it the (?)
[Hook]
To the freedom in the sky
Can’t help but wonder if you got it already
Can’t help but wonder if you graduated
Tell all them you (?)
To the freedom in the sky
Can’t help but wonder if you got it already
Can’t help but wonder if you graduated
Tell all them you (?)