Freedom of Speech 3 - Young Roddy

Can’t understand

What happened to all those young lovers

It doesn’t make sense

It doesn’t make sense

Good sense Good sense

Turn on the news the whole world fucked up

Sitting like I’m strong enough to break these handcuffs

Plan didn’t work I switched my plan up

We all we got so never give your mans up

Ma hood and ma mama raised a grown man

Heard they tryna take my life I hope they gun jam

My girl she always say get with the program

She wants some real love but I’m stubborn like ma old man

Sorry love I can’t blame you if you sick of waiting

Know you deserve better I’d be the first to say it

Staring at ma son I need some motivation

From Pablo that nasty night I switched my occupation

The most slept on I’m the topic of the conversation

Real shit probly me and big drip

They told me conscious rappers barely ever blow

That’s crazy they don’t wanna hear real shit no more

And I forever speak my peace

This that freedom of speech three

Ma granny told me heaven is our next stop

Lord forgive me all them years I keep her stressed out

Then the cops killed my mans left him stretched out

I had to hold it down when poppa chose to step out

Fussing with mama they say don’t do that

Troubled child she could’ve sent me to bootcamp

Twenty with a newborn sleeping on granny futon

bitching at me my uncle smoking the new port

It doesn’t make sense

It doesn’t make sense

Uh, stomach growling I thank God for them coupons

And them food stamps I wish I could more

No hot water, water was only lukewarm

Young Frank Lucas I’m tryna put my crew on

Last bitch leave me played me they told me move on

Put that behind me hoping the labels sign me

I was stacking that green up selling the white to them zombies

Ain’t had no fly gift back then please don’t remind me

Uh, I went from ramen noodles to benny hondas

I call this food for thought how I’m dropping knowledge

This shit ain’t no joke no Rickey Smiley

I was riding in the bucket going school but hiding

Uh, from a spot where they check you like where they sitting from

Ma homie got paid but spent that at the liquor store

They told me conscious rappers barely every blow

It’s crazy they don’t wanna hear real shit no more

Yeah I’ll forever speak my piece

This that freedom of speech three