Running metrics on memory, block currency,  
Clipped loyalty, all my partners turn insurgency.  
Spin the burden, word surgeon with the urgency,  
Heart cold as the verdict, still I swerve through the serpentry.  

Corner conversations, coded wisdom in the afterglow,  
Dreams auctioned, every offer’s just collateral.  
Lost hope drippin’ from the faucet to the battle mode—  
Bars carry scars, 40 acres in the gravel road.  

Stacked pain, traded lies for redemption rates,  
Pressure keeps the vision but the wisdom renovates.  
Wounds never dormant, still they profit off the rental space,  
Plugged to the struggle like the wire in the interface.

Parables From Pain

“Freedom Ain’t Free” is me speaking directly about the lie we were all raised to believe — that freedom is guaranteed, that opportunity is equal, and that this country protects everyone the same. This track exposes the truth behind the slogans, the flags, and the speeches. It’s about laws written to trap people, systems built to restrict instead of uplift, and a nation that sells dreams it never intends to deliver. I wanted my fans to understand that freedom in America isn’t automatic — it’s a privilege guarded by power, money, and loopholes. This song is for anyone who’s ever worked themselves into the ground, fought for rights they should’ve already had, or seen justice twist depending on your income or your skin. “Freedom Ain’t Free” is me giving voice to the people the system overlooks, and reminding you that the fight for real freedom is still happening every day.

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