what is it about you that make you think/
there's something special about me that makes me free/
We, prisoners of the same prison cell/
but you see me in heaven, when I see us in hell/
when will, we wake up and see/
It's in the mindset that we are truly free/
Liberated, not sedated/
free of punishment un-deliberated/
No true choice, No real voice have I or you/
but you still choose the optimistic view/
Maybe I'm just tryna be strong for you/
or maybe I don't know the shit that you think I do/
I see the same four walls set out in front/
and daily, for my sanity I do too hunt/
But you still cling onto foolish dreams/
when I'm developing another war regime/
Liberated, not sedated.

I'm opening my eyes, prison guards must hate it/
damn, got to be ironic/
the shit they tried to hide to me is now mnemonic/
devices, try to hide this/
truth.

I speak from somewhere deep inside of deep/
Makes no sense, cuz it's not supposed to/
put it in the air for the ignorant to misconstrue/
manifestations of aberration add to my frustration/
and you still smiling only lay the foundation/
Let me get some water and un-brainwash you/

Liberated, not sedated.
The temples of worldly gods now desecrated/
Bet my whole life ancestors didn't see/
we'd have to become slaves to truly be free.



I feel like my flow has diminished. I need to sharpen it. IMMEDIATELY.