[00:00.00][01:09.700]I want to be as free as the spirits of those who left[01:12.700]I'm talking Malcolm, Coltrane, my man Yusef[01:15.700]Through death grew conception, new breath and resurrection[01:17.700]For moms, new steps in a direction[01:20.700]In the right way, told her, "Inside is where the fight lay[01:23.700]And everything a mother****er do may not be what he might say[01:25.700]Chicago nights they, stay on the mind[01:28.700]But I write many lives, they, lay on these lines[01:30.700]Wavin' signs of the times, many say the grind's on the mind[01:34.700]Shorties blunted-eyed and everyone wanna rhyme[01:36.700]Bush pushing lies, killers immortalized[01:39.700]We got arms but won't reach for the skies[01:41.700]Waiting for the Lord to rise, I look into my daughter's eyes[01:44.700]And realize I'ma learn through her[01:46.700]The Messiah, might even return through her[01:48.700]If I'ma do it, I gotta change the world through her[01:53.700]Demons and old friends, Pops, they hauntin' him[01:56.700]The chosen one from the land of the frozen sun[01:57.700]Furs and a Benz, Gramps wantin 'em[01:58.700]Where drunk nights get remembered more than sober ones[02:01.700]Walk like warriors, we were never told to run[02:04.700]Explored the world to return to where my soul begun[02:07.700]Never looking back, or too far in front of me[02:09.699]The present is a gift, and I just want to be