Freedom - Moodie Black

I am not an interest in appearance

Summoned from PARIS

American ERA

We want every person in our image

Sounding like two timed

Static in my savage I was

Product of your fields and your hangings

God must of spared me a penis for my manners

I was watching many humans from my manic

I was way beyond a blemish I’m not perfect I resented

I’ve been blushing at the posters on my mantle

Now I’m bleeding on my matter I’m a come up on my castle

Bleak and running from the image of a cop social is the prairie in an iPhone

In an android where she cheated ima stop

How much of my hiding will it cost?

I’m a beast I’m a princess K-Dot

Appearing that i’m not black in a mess full of brown

See the ash in my wake former towns

Swag when it matters fuck the independents Im a coward I’m a grammy holding

bitch in my hours prince

Bowie bigger penis in my static I devour all encountered older elder in a glitch

FUCK MY ERA

Light me on fire

Last of the humans

Limited edition

Nothing feel new

Everything viral

Hasn’t any one else noticed motherfuckers like us IS all

Nothing, like the world Couldn’t promise

I’m off of my scruff and I’m cautious

I lost how I love and I’m blank

The past kind of hurts when I think

But somewhere in the fangs i went auto

The only bone mine ever followed

The product of a conflict in border

I grew up all out of order

Forgot who I was through the buzz and the clash of the ring in my eardrums

A pile of my life turned out like it got blown out into freedom

I thought I was flame I would grow with a kid and a wife and a grammy

Got caught I would shame all the fangs that were hate in the mouths that

surround me

I got my swag turned out with the world tuned in and offended

Its all been done before soapbox on my couch now were ending

The pain isn’t mine anymore we all on the floor with our chains up

Bathing in a nuclear war i tweet when I’m bored I done came up

Noise ain’t a phase take a powder then I leap to the top rope bleeding over

coward you is them, minus how I taste I’m american

I’m way removed from tribal kinda native but I’m nervous not a

Barely am I woke I done been I’m a west coast desert to my end

Hit me with a bat hammer me with bullets I’m a oak to the soft skinned babies

that I choked ugh

Freedom when I’m dead

From the white to the res

From the men to the women to the nothing at all

To the tar on a highway

To the dirt of the black

We the last to dance

Hope I overreact