this is for my free women they fight with their love, the bearers of our children
free men who's backs won't bend in the lion's den now with their eyes on the ending
our free women who fight with their love, the bearers of our children
we shine like lights exposing what lies underneath decomposing our iron dull chains that are rusted- oh sweet Lord, is that what i trusted in? that sin? that time foolery? what it is is mental jewelry that i adorned myself with
the enemy's gifts, the man made mitts, the ignorant bliss of marijuana spliffs and alcoholic fits, i got so sick and tired of it.
delivered and redeemed, by Christ I mean
it's time to start living and get a reason for the rhyme
i don't want to be dead wrong on the dead line standing on the dark side and all out of time
like a blind band of mimes fantasize climb up his own ladder to the sunshine
nothing's mine that hasn't been given, no one's alive here that hasn't been risen
for 19 years i was trapped in a prison feeding my escape by means of derision
but every man made attempt just failed when trapped in a jail of my own guilt, shame, and iniquity
i was looking for freedom "how do i find freedom? oh, freedom from all of this"
He said "believe", he said "believe"
"who are you telling me to believe?"
he said, "i'm the Christ" oh, he said, "i'm the Christ" so i believed
freedom