[Lyric] 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 I'm 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