Freedom is not given to us by anyone; we have to cultivate it ourselves. It is a daily practice... No one can prevent you from being aware of each step you take or each breath in and breath out.

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Aiyyo crack, these *****z is playin' mad childish games
*****z act like it's a rap
Yeah, it's a rap, for y'all motherf-rr-uckers
*****z replacin' the 'G' in gangsta with PR's and W's
 
Pranksta wanksta-*** *****z
You know roses go on caskets of those that oppose the squadus
**** tri-borough, we reppin' five borough
Get at these *****z straight music
 
Yo, Friday night, woke up in a cold sweat
I can't believe *****z schemin' on Joseph
Nah man, this ain't the way it's goin' down
*****z talk too much ****, and I jump like the sound
 
They fear my presence like the rest of them
Jose's the bettin' informer, flesh-n-blood like the president
Now maybe I'm a target on the pedastal
Got a little fame now, *****z wanna harm me for my revenues
 
Start ya little beef, that's the **** I love to eat
I been a soldier, you a son, be a humble seed
My own *****z let them hoes make 'em envy
Posin' like they friendly when I'm knowin they resent me
 
That's the **** that get me aggrevated
It be the same *****z in ya face talkin' 'bout, "I'm glad ya made it"
Fake *****z, Jers' State *****z
Funny how cake can make ya learn to hate *****z
 
You've now tuned in to the sounds of Jose
Where we push sex, money, drugs, and violence all day
Mostly heard in penals and project hallways
And by *****z blowin' trees out the back of O.J.'s
 
(J)
These jealous *****z is worse than *****es
(O)
The ones that get knocked is bound to turn snitches
(S)
Still talkin' ****, still ain't ****
(E)
You envious *****z can suck my ****
 
(J)
Hahaha, ohh, now y'all feelin' the kid
(O)
Yeah *****, south boogie ain't goin' nowhere
(S)
Don Squad-agena, Terror Squad that is
(E)
Blaze *****z over beats in the streets
 
Joe crack gon' hold that down
You seen the kid up in the clubs, BET, MTV
On yo' block, on my block, however you wanna ****in' slice it
Bastards, poof