[Intro]Love is freeLove is freeUh[Verse 1: Mick Jenkins]Photos of my life through these allegoriesShots from the corner like I'm Robert HorryOr and legal bitch need a bigger nameOr that nigga from City of God, I forget his nameBe too worried how the picture fit the frame sometimesCelebrating before you even win the game what's the basis?Zero stepping, switching lanes, it's so easy to forget about the basicsHow we pace it on the dailyBut that sure is crazyBut that sure is grapesThat sun dried as raisinsIn the sun, my eyes is watching GodNo need for hesitationAlways moving with conviction even if they gon' convict meYeah they hit me with the senses all that did was teach me patienceAll I did start (?) truths and start the watersAnd I wrote every single word like a court reporter's attention to detailI can see the bullshit in all of the retailsTill I copped the Yeezys though, I bought them hoes resaleGrabbed all the clothes that I could like (?)Yeah we fly, throw a piece sign, I mean wellThe cream rise, I need the wheat highWe fell from the sky onto these wavesThey see shore with sea shellsMost don't see straight at allBut money on the way like a mail in rebateThe mall ain't never been the placeThe ball is (?)The ours (?)[Verse 2: J-Stock]I found peace in teh heart of the stormI had to get released until the demons is goneAlways kept to myself, never fit in with the normAll I had was the pain, he tried to give me the calmAll I had was the darkness still he gave me (?)I was 12 wtith no parents then he gave me my mom22 no direction then he gave me the jobThen I linked with the Nation and they helped me move onNow I'm staring directly at the sun till my eyes go blindNigga never understand, the purpose is so divineI'm way too far out, you can never change my mindIt's an (?) the thoughts are too inclinedPictures too intense, make you have to press rewindCause everything's microwaved and they don't ever take the timeFree give you what you need, spirit, body, and mindIf keeping it real is wrong then I be committing crimesEvery line hit like a projectile from the nineTake a piece out your melon, put a tingle down your spineIt's how you know it's the truthThe feeling can't be definedMy nigga it's Free Nation, we water turned into wine[Bridge: Mick Jenkins]Give you photos of my life through these allegoriesLotta niggas talk like they ain't got a storyWe out here taking shots on the corner like a young Robert HorryI don't even hear the comments for me(?)(?)If you get the picture you can (?)[Outro]Oh-oh-oh-ohLove is freeLove is freeLove is free(Love? Love is loving someone)(I don't know what love is)
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