Produced by 5th Child. Additional vocals by D.O.L.O.
lyrics
Want that feeling of freedom, need that flavor of change,
This American pie giving me stomach pains,
Maybe it’s for the best though, maybe It’s just the pepto,
Simply making it out the ghetto don’t make you successful,
Baby the game is stressful, that pain’ll make you let go,
Of your hopes and your dreams, all that make you feel special,
Shame what we do for dollars, they be crooked as Creflo,
Everybody’s a star then why we ain’t looking celestial,
See what happens when we let them rewrite the history books,
Liars and crooks they turn our triumph to misery,
The spirit of my great granny helped me pen this soliloquy,
Never be no victim, your skin’s intended for victory,
And you gon see some struggle, that ain’t the important part,
Boy your gotta know your heart, take a stand like Rosa Parks,
Even when you’re sitting down, keep the flame like Joan of Arc,
Show em’ that we lit as hell, God-speed, I wish you well.
In the land of the free, the home of the brave,
Lift every voice, now let me hear ya sang,
In the land of the free, the home of the brave,
My people need freedom, now come on let it rang,
In the land of the free, the home of the brave,
Lift every voice, now let me hear ya sang,
In the land of the free, the home of the brave,
My people need freedom, now come on let it rang,
And the people say
Want that feeling of freedom, need that seasoning of power,
Sprinkle truth on a record, leave my people empowered,
Finger to 45, we don’t believe in no coward,
Underground forever that’s where we defeating Bowser,
Keep it a thousand, people weeping and shouting for change,
But something’s strange and it’s seeming nostalgic,
The meager in need of housing, mouths to feed by the crowds,
Jesus broke bread, conservative Christians telling them go ‘head,
Code red, you still living but yo soul dead,
Morally depraved and not a chance of being saved,
Accept that there’s some folks gon take they hatred to they grave,
Now compare us one more time, which one’s sounding like the slave?
Witness the wave, Chizzle Kahanamoku,
I’m a beast on the beats, I’m a boss with the vocals,
Indie L-I-F-E, don’t never call me local,
Hailing from Jackson, Mississippi, this mission is global,
It’s a lot of God’s people in the room right now
Tell them Amen,
If you feeling liberated in the room right now
Tell them Amen,
It’s a lot of God’s angels in the room right now
Tell them Amen,
I’m trying to get them blessing from above right now,
Tell them Amen.
Want that feeling of freedom, add a dash of that justice,
Run me them 40 acres, and some cash in my clutches,
Sick of catching the buses, tired of hopping the trolley,
Might take it back to 99 and go cop a Denali,
And throw some spinners on, really I’m just kidding, holmes,
Really I’m just trying to make some dough to bring the dinner home,
Can’t a man living quite defend it when I’m in the zone,
Chizzle eating, but you hear the hunger like I’m skin and bones,
When in Rome, I don’t follow trends, I’m an innovator,
When it comes to black power music, I’m the generator,
I’m a dog, with a lifted fader and a pen to paper,
Slow folks actually believe I’m just an entertainer,
That’s how we catch em slippin, and accomplish the mission,
Ain’t no stopping or quitting, we got plots and a vision,
Now let’s go get this paper, Until it’s knots in our britches,
And take it straight up to the top, Millie Rock on them, sista,
And the people say,
And all the people say,
And all the people say,
And ya say Jack City,
And ya say Jack City,
And ya say what,
Chizzle,
Which Way Is Up?
From recording karaoke machine mixtapes with his older brother, to independently releasing nine solo albums of original
material, 5th Child has evolved into one of the South’s most groundbreaking hip-hop artists. Hailing from Jackson, MS, 5th Child blends southern bravado with thought-provoking and soulful lyrics, & gives listeners mesmerizing rhythms to rock to and grow from at the same time....more
