| Young, great and free |
| Young, great and free |
| Young, great and free |
| And we go run up and and we go run up |
| And we gone take it, and we gone take all |
| Oh lord |
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| I've seen it all my life |
| I felt the way they pressed me |
| Mother raised me righteous |
| You see the way she blessed me |
| In and outta bandos |
| I never never needed freebies |
| Shit don't come for free |
| We bill it till I own it |
| Treated like an enterprise |
| Organised most undermined an active mind |
| My killy that brother we make shit happen |
| That killy she my sister Cah she strong minded |
| Humble till they push you so you keep glidin' |
| You ain't sold your spirit, Cah your hearts wildin' |
| Wild strong free I love the taste of freedom |
| If say I love you, know you motivate me |
| Older than the past my people stronger |
| Evolving from the belly we can tek the hunger |
| Writing history what's deep we never chased it |
| I say we writing history what's deep we never chose it |
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| Young, great and free |
| Young, great and free |
| Young, great and free |
| And we go run up and and we go run up |
| And we gone take all |
| Oh lord |
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| I've never seen myself for a while, appalling |
| Dealing with death had me moving brazy |
| Dealing with the trial really had me faded |
| Sipping lean everyday I wonder why they push me |
| Wonder to myself will death give me more peace |
| Defending our lives that's why we ever bought pieces |
| Cah if I lack it gon' tear ma to pieces |
| Blaze on my back tryna tear me to pieces |
| Tell 'em when they bury me that I don't need a casket |
| Try and box me all my life and I'm still free and grounded |
| I force a way to grow, I stand for nothing less |
| Young wild free, I stand for nothing less |
| Look, we call these battle scars |
| I couldn't even figure out how to love myself |
| The moths hate the shine and they ain't trapped in darkness |
| Every day I'm blessed to learn to walk with equal chances |
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| Young, great and free (we walk with equal chances) |
| Young, great and free (we walk with equal chances) |
| Young, great and free (still free and grounded) |
| And we go run up and and we go run up |
| And we gone take it, and we gon take all |
| Oh lord |
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| I remember them days |
| Diamonds from the dirt, When they sing, they gon' sound like |
| I remember them days |
| Diamonds from the dirt, When they cry, they gon' sound like |
| They are still fighting today (diamonds from the dirt) |
| They are still fighting today (still fighting) |
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